episode_0176

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It’s obvious why my sister is acting like this.

She’s upset because of what I said.

That I’m not some kind of lesbian.

That it’s ridiculous to say I like her.

While she was explaining, as if it wasn’t even worth clarifying,

…I had a slightly mischievous thought.

Because I blurted out that the reason I got close to her boyfriend was that he was good-looking.

If I had just said it was because he was nicer than most people, she would’ve let it slide.

Even if it wasn’t true at all, I could’ve lied and said I enjoyed teaching him games—that would’ve been fine.

I know everything.

I do.

…But if not now, when else would I get the chance?

To say something like, “I got close to your boyfriend because he’s hot.”

In a way only I would understand.

While my sister is left guessing.

To provoke her.

“….”

Click.

The front door closes.

As always, only my sister and I are left in the house.

Even then, Seo Woojin didn’t say a single word to me, but I don’t care.

Obviously, my sister must’ve told him not to get too close to me.

Did he decide to distance himself from me first?

If I drink some water now, go to my room, and wait just a little, a KakaoTalk message from Woojin will arrive on my phone.

Something like, Your sister said this and that…, …well, that’s how it ended up.

But I—

Just curling up and going to my room like this—

Feels a little too bitter.

“…What, what are you doing?”

“….”

I tilt the cup of barley tea in my hand and block my sister’s path.

…Maybe because our house is small,

Just stretching one foot to the side is enough to easily block someone’s way.

“What am I doing? I’m the one who wants to ask—why are you saying that?”

I’m not angry.

Not annoyed, either.

I’m just purely curious about what just happened.

Once my curiosity is satisfied, I’ll go straight back to my room and laze around.

I make sure my voice sounds as indifferent as possible to match the tone of the conversation.

“Why did Seo Woojin suddenly act like he didn’t even see me?”

“…Did he do that?”

“All he did was suck face and mess around with you—he didn’t even greet me.”

“…Uh, well….”

I’m not angry.

Really, I’m not.

I’m just… curious.

It’s obvious my sister must’ve asked Woojin to act like that, but—

I’m curious what excuse she’ll make in front of me.

…I chew the tip of my tongue as the faint scent of my sister drifts toward me.

The smell of our fabric softener, barely noticeable beneath the rain.

My sister’s soft body scent.

The smell of alcohol.

Mixed with the familiar scent of shampoo.

Definitely the shampoo Seo Woojin uses.

“H-He was just too focused on me to have time to greet you.”

“…That’s funny. How much focus does it take to say hi?”

“Maybe he was tired….”

“Ah. So he couldn’t even bother to give me a half-hearted wave?”

“U-Uh.”

“…He had time to make out with you like that, but not to greet me….”

“….”

“…Hmm. I should message him later and ask. Were you really that tired?”

“….”

“If that’s really why he ignored me, I’ll make sure to annoy the hell out of him in the nurse’s office tomorrow.”

…Boring reaction.

She could’ve just said it was because she suspected me.

Maybe she didn’t want to go that far since we have to see each other every morning.

Before I knew it, the cup was empty.

Not particularly interested in talking to my sister any longer, I set the cup in the sink and started to walk away.

“…?”

“….”

…Unlike before,

My sister blocked my path this time.

“…What are you doing?”

“Uh, …Jiyoon-ah.”

My name, hesitantly slipping out of my sister’s mouth.

What follows is—

“…This. It fell out in Woojin’s room….”

“…What is this?”

“…Huh? …W-Wait? I definitely put it in my pocket….”

“….”

My sister slowly rummages through her pocket as if she has something to show me.

But no matter how much she searches, nothing comes out, leaving her flustered.

…Maybe out of embarrassment, her ears turn red before—

“…Ah, maybe it fell out while Woojin and I were having sex….”

“…….”

“Well, we did go at it for almost two hours….”

“…So what? Why are you telling me this?”

It probably wasn’t intentional, but—

My sister was oddly needling me.

“…I, picked it up….”

“Picked up what?”

“…A strand of pure white hair. Just like yours. On Woojin’s bed….”

“….”

“…Maybe because the bedsheets were white, it wasn’t that noticeable….”

“….”

“…Anyway.”

As if unsure how to continue,

My sister fidgets with her hands clasped in front of her lower stomach before speaking again.

“…Don’t meet him. Just the two of you.”

“….”

After delivering her final warning, she quickly walks to her room.

Without even waiting for my response, click, she closes the door.

That voice of Lee Hayoon’s—

…No, no.

My sister’s.

My own sister’s voice—

I replayed it in my head over and over before,

I—

Staggered into my room,

Then collapsed right in front of the door.

“….”

I got caught. What do I do?

But it’s not because of some normal feeling like that.

“…Hah…, hah….”

Not suspicion—

…I really got caught.

That I had sex with my sister’s boyfriend…, …I got caught.

That kind of—

I’d only ever imagined it before,

But now, for the first time,

…The thrill of betrayal was so intense,

That my legs, perfectly fine just moments ago, completely gave out.

“…Crazy….”

I’m insane.

Really,

Fucking insane.

Sitting slumped against the door, my knees trembling uncontrollably for a moment.

Before the dampness from my arousal becomes too much of a problem, I lift my hips slightly and pull my knees up.

…If I just push my panties to the side, it’s a little better,

But my pants don’t work like that, so…

…Ugh,

No, so…

“…Ah, seriously… Hah….”

If just getting caught by my sister is enough to make me like this,

Then—

What if, right in front of her, after she told me not to meet him,

…I blatantly fucked Seo Woojin?

What if, while my sister whines and throws a tantrum,

I was chosen by Woojin as the girl he likes more?

No. No.

To be chosen, we’d have to reach the point where the three of us have sex together.

Before it even gets to that,

What if, tomorrow—

Even though my sister told him not to meet me, I bring him to our house…

And fuck him senseless—how would that feel?

Body wash?

Shampoo?

Forget those nice scents—

What if I reeked of sweat, screaming, We were just fucking like crazy,

With eyes hazy from pleasure,

My body covered in red marks—clearly from being gripped tightly,

Maybe even slapped or choked—

And with a hickey on my neck, blatantly marking who did it,

Then casually run into my clueless sister returning home,

…And just grin at her?

How insane would that be—

How insane would it feel?

“….”

I might just—

Die from the pleasure right then and there.

…No exaggeration.

Seriously.

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Strangely, not a single protest message came from Lee Jiyoon.

No Why won’t you even look at me?

No Couldn’t you at least say hi?

Not even What did you do with Hayoon at my place today?

You’d think at least one of those would’ve come through.

It’s not like she’s expecting me to explain first.

Maybe she already knows it’s because of Hayoon, so she doesn’t bother asking me.

But knowing Jiyoon’s personality, you’d think she’d send something. Then again,

Human behavior isn’t always predictable, so I brushed it off.

“Sigh….”

A weekday night.

The rain added to the city’s usual bustle, but the streets were far from quiet.

If anything, people just took up more space with their umbrellas as they walked.

Squeezing through the crowd, I absentmindedly wondered if there had been any terrorist attacks in Gyeongju lately—

“…Ah.”

“…Oh.”

“Huh?”

A common accident happened.

An umbrella from the opposite direction bumped into mine, splashing rainwater everywhere—

Basically, a case of distracted walking.

Well, with the streets this crowded, it’s unavoidable.

In these situations, the taller person usually gets the short end of the stick.

The shorter one barely suffers any damage.

If you’re unlucky enough to run into a scary-looking guy, you might get extorted for dry-cleaning fees. That’s about it.

Sadly, this time, I was the tall one.

The guy’s umbrella, which he’d been holding while chatting and laughing with his girlfriend, hit me right around the solar plexus—

And the rainwater pooled on it soaked straight through my shirt.

“Hey, shit—Baek Jihyo, what the hell are you doing?!”

“S-Sorry! I was talking to my girlfriend and didn’t see where I was going….”

“…It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. My shoulders were already pretty wet anyway.”

…Well, what can you do?

I waved it off to reassure them, then quietly sighed.

Getting worked up over something like this is just annoying, but having my clothes soaked was definitely uncomfortable.

Let’s just consider it a good deed for future karma.

Just as I was about to move on, I locked eyes with the guy who was still bowing apologetically.

“…Hey. Wait, are you…?”

“…?”

The guy muttered Wait—and I felt the same.

I’ve definitely seen him somewhere before…

I don’t usually remember guys’ faces, so there are two possibilities:

Either he’s someone under Kwon Namho, or he’s a student from the Academy.

But since he seems to recognize me too, the more likely option is—

“…Hey. Daebin.”

“What.”

“Isn’t that the new nurse teacher? The 20-year-old one…?”

“Why are you asking me? Idiot.”

“…I’ve only been to the nurse’s office like two or three times, so….”

“I’ve never even been—how would I know?”

An Academy student.

Glancing at the large sword sheath strapped to his back, I spotted something familiar.

A cute teddy bear keychain.

I’d seen it once—in front of the nurse’s office during winter break.

And once—on the streets while dealing with that Yozora headache.

“…Uh. Yeah. I am the nurse teacher, but…”

“Ah, s-sorry! I’ll pay for the dry cleaning!”

“No, no. Really, it’s fine….”

So the girl next to him is the one who kicked him that time?

As I accepted his apology, I subtly shifted my gaze—only to see the same red-haired girl from back then staring at me with disinterest.

…Her clothes are normal, but she looks like a total delinquent, was my first thought.

Not something I could say out loud, so I swallowed it.

Besides, what should I say…?

I feel like I’ve seen her somewhere too.

“…Ah, Baek Jihyo, seriously… Hey, come here.”

“Huh? …Okay.”

“Stop being so awkward and just come out.”

Is it because she stands out?

Does she look like some celebrity?

Maybe she resembles a famous hero.

As I slowly racked my brain, something clicked, and I studied her face again.

“Teacher. Your account number.”

“Huh?”

“Tell me your account number. I’ll send you the dry-cleaning money right now.”

“No, really, I’m fine—”

“I’m not fine with it, so just tell me. I’ll send a reasonable amount.”

“….”

The way she brushes her bangs back in irritation—I’ve definitely seen it online.

Even at her best, she looks rude. Her sharp cat-like features,

The pointed canines peeking out whenever she speaks—

If you get a blowjob from a mouth like that, your dick’s getting shredded,

But once you train her to suck without scraping you, the feeling of conquest is amazing,

I remember some idiots ranting like that.

…When paparazzi revealed she had a boyfriend,

People said Figures, with that slutty face.

“So, 33…. 141….”

After she aggressively tapped on her phone, a small notification chimed on mine.

Pulling down the status bar, I saw the sender’s name.

Seol Daebin.

Her codename, embarrassingly enough, was just her real name—Seol Daebin.

She never got a numbering, but I remember her as one of the top A-ranks.

…Unlike Hayoon, who struggles with her powers,

She’s an evolution-type hero who specializes in lower-body strength.

“Here. I sent 100,000 won, so don’t bother refunding me. That should cover it, right?”

“…Wait, you said reasonable. It’s just rainwater—even dry-cleaning wouldn’t cost more than 10,000….”

“Goodbye!”

“….”

Muttering her name under my breath, she cut me off, grabbed her boyfriend’s wrist, and disappeared into the crowd.

…Without giving me a chance to return the money.

Swiftly.