episode_0173

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Tap.

The sound of water gushing from the faucet stops completely as I press the handle of the sink.

Roughly five minutes—maybe ten at most—have passed.

This much showering should be enough, so I shake off my damp hair and grab a towel.

I’m washing up just to work up a sweat, so there’s no need to be thorough.

As long as the unpleasant stickiness and smell are gone, that’s all that matters.

“Haaah….”

On one hand, I’m in a good mood because of an unexpected turn of events.

On the other, it’s a little surprising that Lee Hayoon, who’s usually not the type to suggest drinking first, brought up having beer together today.

Normally, unless I’m the one who asks to hang out, she’d just stick with her friends without a second thought, right?

Maybe she’s started preferring my company over theirs…

But thinking that optimistically feels a bit too sudden, given the timing.

“Hmm.”

Well, there’s no need to overanalyze every little thing.

She’s never been the type to be called “thoughtful” in the first place, so she probably just acted on impulse.

Like suddenly wanting to drink with me.

Or suddenly wanting to have sex with me.

Something simple like that.

I’ve always thought she gives off the vibe of a loyal country pup, following people around.

After pulling on the fresh underwear I brought in, I twist the bathroom doorknob, recalling Han Soo-ah’s lion-tail hairstyle that I saw enough of last night.

“….”

Not a pup—more like a squirrel.

That’s the first thought that comes to mind when I see Lee Hayoon, holding a beer can nearly half the size of her face with both hands, diligently gulping it down.

Glug, glug.

“Why are you drinking already, noona? The snacks aren’t even here yet. And I haven’t had any either.”

“…Pffhaa….”

Is she trying to hint that she wants to hurry up and have sex?

I laugh, a towel draped over my head, but she doesn’t answer.

Instead, she just stares at me blankly with an innocent expression, as if she didn’t even process what I just said.

All while keeping the beer can pressed lightly against her lips.

…She always insists on being treated like a noona, so why does she keep doing things this cute?

How am I supposed to call you “noona” when you act like this?

If you showed even a little bit of maturity, maybe.

But no, you just pick the most childish behaviors, even though you look younger than your little sister.

“Hold on. Let me dry my hair first.”

“…Mhm.”

She’s probably giving some wordless signal that she wants to have sex, so I should play along.

As I walk over with the damp towel still draped over my shoulder, her deep green eyes follow me intently.

…No, not me, exactly.

Much lower than where my eyes are.

She’s staring hard at my half-hard cock through my underwear.

Back when I used practice fleshlights, I’d often get that kind of gaze from them.

But getting it from Lee Hayoon feels… surprisingly nice.

Unlike the dull, performative affection from those toys.

…It means she’s slowly becoming mine every time we meet.

Just a couple of months ago, she was so pure she still had her hymen intact.

Now, she shamelessly stares at a man’s genitals without hesitation.

—Vrrrrr

Since I’ll just end up showering again after having fun with Hayoon anyway,

I roughly dry my hair instead of doing it properly.

Just enough so the pillow won’t get wet.

Just enough so it doesn’t feel damp anymore.

Around the time my hair is mostly dry—

Fssst—

A crisp sound cuts through the noise of the hairdryer.

Surprisingly,

it’s the sound of Hayoon opening another beer can.

“Noona, wait—”

…Sigh.

What’s with this sudden confidence from someone who can barely handle one can?

Just sit still and wait for the damn snacks to arrive.

“I told you earlier, just one can is enou—”

“…Not mine.”

“Huh?”

“…For you. You… drink. Mhm.”

“….”

“…What? If you’re done drying your hair…, …come sit.”

Luckily, the second beer can isn’t placed in front of Hayoon’s lips but slightly to the side—on the table.

Thud.

It lands carelessly just close enough that our thighs would press together if I sat there.

…The way her speech is cuter than usual,

how one eye is slightly squinted,

and the fact that she’s already struggling with basic motor control—

all tell me the alcohol is already starting to take effect.

That’s what worries me the most.

“…See. You’re already drunk. I haven’t even had a sip yet.”

“…Not drunk. I’m fiiine. See?”

“Fine, my ass. Your words are already slurring.”

“…Hmph. If I were drunk, I’d be passed out by now… Like last time, when I slept on your shoulder.”

“…So you were awake that whole time.”

“…You knew, didn’t you? Why bring it up now? Pffh….”

At the table.

As I approach Hayoon, who’s swaying slightly while sitting cross-legged, she pats the floor right beside her, as if telling me to sit.

Her ponytail sways gently from her unsteady movements.

Her oversized gray hoodie barely lets her fingertips peek out.

…What can I say?

It’s so her that I can’t help but laugh.

“Haaah… Did you finish the one you were drinking earlier?”

“Mmm… Half? Half left…?”

“Take your time with the rest. Don’t pass out like last time.”

“…What if I do?”

I sit close enough for our legs to touch, and thud—Hayoon leans her head against my shoulder.

Exactly,

like the day we first kissed.

“…Then don’t.”

“Whyyy.”

“I can’t exactly carry you all the way to your place, noona.”

“Then I’ll just sleep here. Problem solved.”

“…Most people would call a taxi first—”

“Sleeping here… is fine….”

“….”

“….”

“…Here?”

“Mhm.”

“…No.”

“…Bed’s big enough. Whyyy.”

Because your little sister would get jealous.

Seeing you only respond to her messages the next morning—she’d get jealous.

Because if you stay the night,

because if you try to spend the whole night with me,

all the secrets we’ve barely kept hidden will come spilling out.

Swallowing the things I still can’t tell Hayoon,

Glug.

Glug.

I wet my throat with the beer in front of me before continuing.

“…Tomorrow’s a weekday.”

“…Then can I stay on the weekend?”

“What would you say to Jiyoon?”

“Just tell her…? Might be a little embarrassing, but… whatever. Doesn’t matter.”

“….”

“We’re dating… So what if we stayed up all night having sex…?”

…Is it because she’s drunk?

Hayoon, who had been giggling, picks up the half-finished beer can she mentioned earlier.

And just as she’s about to bring it to her lips—

I silently snatch it from her.

Not caring if some spills.

Gulp.

Gulp.

I down the rest in one go.

Listening to her talk like that,

I think I need to get a little drunk too.

“Haaah… That’s enough for now.”

“I’m still fineee.”

“You’re about to pass out, so stop drinking.”

“Told you… If I pass out, I’ll just sleep with you….”

“Not that… You won’t be able to.”

“…Ah, you mean the dirty stuff?”

“….”

“…Last time, you kissed me without even asking….”

Thud.

Hayoon leans her head against me again, lightly jolting my shoulder.

…On top of the hand I had braced against the floor,

thick, soft fabric.

Small, warm fingertips.

They press down one after another.

“…So, are you planning to pretend to sleep on me again?”

“…No? …What if I just wanna kiss you and leave…?”

“….”

“…And even if I do fall asleep…”

“….”

“…Ah, your dick. It twitched.”

“….”

“I didn’t even say anything yet… Pervert.”

“…It’s obvious. What you’re implying.”

“…What do you think I was gonna say?”

Sliding my hand out from under hers, I cover her fingers with my own.

“…That it’s fine to have sex.”

“Bzzt. Wrong.”

…Not just me.

Hayoon, refusing to back down, pulls her fingers free and presses down on my hand.

“Then what?”

“A secret. It’s no fun if I just tell you….”

“Just say it. I don’t get it.”

“…Put your ear closer.”

“….”

“….”

Even if I free my hand and reach up,

she does the same.

Unrelenting.

Relentlessly.

Pressing down on the back of my hand.

Whispering playfully into my ear,

the word “secret.”

“…Woojin. Woojin.”

“….”

In the end, I’m the one who loses.

Because Hayoon scoots even closer and lightly pins my hand under her thigh.

…Now that her hands are free,

they head straight for—

my waistband.

My boxers.

Slipping her fingers under the elastic,

tick, tick,

she starts teasing.

Not enough to actually pull them down,

just enough to torment me.

Making noise for the sake of it.

“…Did you wanna do something dirty with noona? Our Woojin?”

“…Told you before, that doesn’t suit you at all.”

“Mmm…? But I’m a year older than you?”

“You never act like it normally, so why now?”

“I do act like it… sometimes?”

“…Funny. You seem more like a little sister than Jiyoon most of the time.”

“….”

“……Hey, wait… Hayoon….”

Creak.

Clatter.

Hayoon squeezes into the narrow gap between me and the table, nudging it aside.

No time to even pick up the empty beer can rolling on the floor—

Hayoon wraps her arms around my neck and crashes her lips against mine without hesitation.

…As if to say, See? I can be a noona too.

Unfittingly,

like she’s trying to take the lead.

The sound of wet, messy breathing fills my mouth.

Along with a faint fruity taste.

…Beer.

Since she still can’t even breathe properly while kissing,

a string of saliva stretches between us as we part,

before she—

yanks me back by the neck,

pulls me into an embrace,

licks my tongue,

licks my lips,

taps my front teeth.

Not a noona-like kiss at all—

just a childish one.

A very Hayoon kiss.

“…Pffhah… Hehe.”

“….”

“How was that…? Better, right?”

“….”

“Practiced with a straw sometimes… Pffh….”

“….”

“And there’s something else I practiced….”

Screech.

She shoves the table further back to stop it from getting in the way.

Lips.

Neck.

Collarbone.

Chest.

…Somehow, she even learned to tease nipples.

Slowly kissing down my body,

leaving her mark with that cute tongue of hers,

before yanking hard on my boxers.

…Snap.

With a small sound,

my half-hard cock springs free.

“…Well? Well? Do I seem more like a noona now?”

“…Dunno.”

“…Hmm… If you call me noona now… I’ll lick it till it gets even harder.”

“…I already call you noona sometimes.”

“Do it now. Hurry.”

“….”

“It’s easier than me calling you oppa, right? …Just say it.”

“….”

“…Come onnn….”

“….”

“….”

“…Hayoon noona.”

“….”

“….”

Drip—

Hayoon’s saliva lands on the tip of my cock, trailing down the shaft.

…She looks up at me, then lick, lick, crawls down like she’s bowing,

lapping up every drop of her own spit that had dripped down my length.

Like she’s serving me.

Like she’s cleaning up.

Honestly,

it doesn’t feel like a noona at all.

“Haaah…”

Letting out a satisfied sigh, Hayoon grins smugly before rubbing her tongue eagerly against the head.

…As my cock grows harder,

her tiny mouth—barely big enough for two fingers—

is stuffed full by the swollen tip,

and only now does she finally roll up her sleeves,

coating her fingers and palm with spit,

before stroking me with wet, noisy sounds.

“Ngh… Pffh… Ugh….”

Her mouth is naturally small.

And my cock is… well, on the bigger side.

Swallowing it all is still impossible.

But,

the way her lips drag slowly over the head as she bobs her head.

The way her tongue licks the underside, driving me insane.

The way her innocent fingers keep stroking, not realizing how close I am.

It all feels way too good.

“…Noona.”

“…Mmph…? Ngh…?”

Hayoon looks up at me, cock still in her mouth, confused.

So I grab her head.

And push down.

“…Ngh! Pffh! …Ugh….”

Throb.

Pulse.

Twitch.

Squelch.

I cum straight down her throat, her gagging muscles clenching around me.

Even as she coughs, even as she sneezes, I don’t stop.

She can’t swallow it all, so she opens her mouth slightly, letting some spill onto the floor—but I keep going.

Even when she looks up at me with teary, resentful eyes, I only press down harder.

…Because she doesn’t spit me out.

Instead, as I cum, she keeps licking slowly, like she’s determined to make it feel as good as possible.

Throb…

Pulse…

Until the last drop.

Until only her drool spills from her lips.

I keep her head

pressed down.

“……Pffhah… How much do you even cum…?”

“…Haaah…”

“Ugh… Tastes awful… …Can’t take it. Gonna kiss you now— Eek?!”

“….”

“D-Don’t bite, it’ll leave a mark…”

“….”

“…Ah…”

“….”

After spitting out my cock—still sticky with unevenly licked cum—she chirps angrily and tries to kiss me.

Seeking revenge, she climbs onto me, but I pull her into a tight hug, leaving red marks on her pale nape.

Not satisfied, I bite her collarbone too.

Still not enough, so zip—I pull down the gray hoodie’s zipper,

lifting her sweat-damp T-shirt and sports bra,

before sinking my teeth into her small, perky breasts.

Even her stiff, cherry-colored nipples—barely touched yet—aren’t spared.

Gnawing at her skin,

leaving behind unmistakably male bite marks.

…I didn’t plan to go this far.

Guess I’m a little drunk too.

Even though I’ve only had half a can.

Like an idiot.

“Haaah… At least drink some water first. How can you just kiss me like that?”

“…You think I swallowed because it tasted good? …Here, I’ll rinse with beer. Happy?”

“…Only drink enough so you don’t pass out. Or just spit it out.”