episode_0187

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The fourteen days I secured under the pretext of breaking up with Lee Jiyoon.

After spending the first day somewhat satisfactorily.

Day two.

“Hey, Seo Woo, wait… Kiss….”

“…Where did calling me ‘oppa’ like your sister go?”

“…Shut up… just kiss me. …Hurry.”

“…”

“…Mmnh, ngh…”

Naturally, even after just one day, not much had changed.

…Well. If I had to point something out, it’d be how Lee Jiyoon secretly prepared a high school uniform and blatantly acted like Lee Hayun from yesterday.

“The stockings… disposable anyway… Ah. Just move the panties aside… Nhh…”

“…”

“…Good? Feels… bigger… than yesterday…”

“…Yeah. Feels nice. Like I’m fucking last year’s you.”

“Pfft… You disgusting… loli-con… Hah… Want me to do twin tails? I can borrow my sister’s hair tie…”

“Stop messing around. …Want me to hike your skirt up more?”

“…Yeah. My sister… wouldn’t… nhh… ever do something like this…”

“Something like this?”

“She wouldn’t… throw the condoms she prepared aside… and go raw… Nhhn…”

“…Why do you think she wouldn’t?”

“Because… my sister’s stubborn… in weird ways… She’d never… do creampies… Nnngh…”

“…If she saw you like this, she might actually let me.”

“…Then make her watch. She might be hiding behind the door right now.”

“Next time. If she saw this now, she’d cut me off. …And you wouldn’t like that either.”

“…Ahaha. You fucking… pervert…”

Maybe remembering what Hayun had eavesdropped on yesterday in the room,

she uttered the unnatural “oppa,” unlike Hayun.

…And unlike Hayun, without a condom.

Pounding into her until sticky white fluid seeped into

her school shirt,

school skirt.

Well, that counts as something different, I guess.

Her moans being a little louder—that could also be considered different from yesterday.

“…Does sis know about this? You secretly hiding your high school uniform under the bed.”

“Would she? Dumb… nghh…”

“What about the smell? This thing.”

“Dunno… Not like I’d take it out… unless it’s for cosplay sex with you… Nhhn…”

“Sigh… You should wash it. Need to put it back where it belongs too.”

“I’ll… hnnh! …I’ll handle it myself, so… Just shut up and fuck me… …Oppa…”

“…If I just fuck you without stopping, you’ll pass out. Again.”

“That’s ’cause you’re fucking huge… and cum way too much… Hah… Maybe it’s the healing energy…”

Aside from those two things, nothing really changed.

Just like on day one, I took a pack of condoms from Lee Hayun, entered the room with Lee Jiyoon, and had sex until I was sick of it.

In terms of numbers, even if I excluded the creampies, it’d still be around three or four times.

If I included the cum I pulled out with my mouth and hands—because she said mixed fluids would look suspicious—plus the times Jiyoon “accidentally” swallowed or spilled it, maybe it’d barely hit double digits.

But Hayun, who could only eavesdrop from outside, would mistakenly assume I came exactly three times.

As long as I “devotedly” took care of Hayun afterward, it didn’t matter how many times I came here.

Later, I put the good guy mask back on and indulged Hayun’s tastes.

Except for deliberately executing frottage sex to maximize stimulation since I regretted not fully exploring her pleasure spots before…

Life was no different than usual.

Dinner together.

Watching Jiyoon teasing her sister at the table.

Returning home, playing games with her like always.

Day two.

Then.

“…”

At dinner, Hayun’s mood seemed a little off.

When day three, noticeably different from days one and two, passed.

—Click

“Ah, it’s you, noona. What’s up this early?”

“…”

“…Noona?”

“…”

“What? Why the sudden…”

“U-Ujin…!”

“…Huh?”

“Nnngh… Haaah.”

Exactly on day four.

The empty infirmary.

“Jiyoon… Um…”

“…Yeah?”

“…Can you promise to only meet him until today?”

…For the first time,

she snapped.

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Calling it a “strategy” feels a little grandiose.

To summarize the initial plan in one line, it was something like:

Use Lee Jiyoon to provoke Lee Hayun’s jealousy—something along those lines.

Of course, I wasn’t 100% confident it’d work.

And I always kept in mind that things might not go as planned.

But if it did work, I was hoping for a simple flow of: “Fuck me way more in front of her.”

…Unfortunately.

The situation didn’t bend to my tastes like that.

“Is it because of what Jiyoon says to you every time we eat?”

“That too, but…!”

“…”

“…I tried so, so hard to make the breakup clean for her sake, but…”

Guess resentment piled up.

Or maybe she was worried she’d break.

Hayun, timidly tapping the infirmary desk, stared fixedly at me.

Then folded her arms and rested her chin on them.

“Lately, it feels like she’s moaning louder on purpose so I can hear… And yesterday, trying to compare cum amounts in the condoms… If anything, it feels like she’s going all out since the breakup’s finalized anyway…”

Still groggy from sleep, swaying slightly.

She vented every little grievance.

Like badmouthing Jiyoon behind her back.

“You know… There’s that thing. Like, ‘What would you do if you died tomorrow?’ or something…”

“Yeah. I think I get what you mean.”

“…Seriously. That Jiyoon… Haaah.”

“…”

Trust me, I know.

I’m already living like death could come anytime.

Anyway, seems Jiyoon’s provocations built up.

Feigning distress, I massaged my lips, hiding my expression behind my hand as I sighed.

This situation—it’s an opportunity.

Unfortunately, it didn’t neatly fall into a refined form like “Stop seeing Jiyoon.” Instead, it’s jealousy or annoyance at her.

The question is how to exploit this…

“…”

Option one.

Take Jiyoon’s side.

Obviously a blunder.

Pouring oil on the fire wouldn’t help me—maybe one in a hundred paths would, but I’m not reckless enough to take that bet.

Unless I was a master manipulator, which I’m not.

I’m just a “healing” type.

Not exactly the sharpest tool either.

Option two.

Take Hayun’s side.

Better than the first, but still not the best solution.

…Because it’s built on the premise of cutting ties with Jiyoon.

Tough.

I don’t want you two separately.

I want both of you on the same bed.

Want to make it your habit. Your promise to me.

What’s the most ideal move here?

“…”

…Ah.

Instead of picking one side…

“…Haaaah.”

As I racked my slow-working brain, Hayun sighed deeply—a habit now—and sprawled over the infirmary desk.

Then grabbed my fingers, kneading them absentmindedly.

“…Hey, Ujin.”

“Yeah.”

“Ujinnn.”

“I’m listening.”

“Jiyoon… She’s pretty, right?”

“…Yeah.”

“…So she could get a boyfriend if she wanted, right? If she lowered her standards a bit?”

She rambled, essentially saying:

Wouldn’t it be better if Jiyoon dated someone else?

…Well, probably.

In front of cameras or in real life, she always acted bratty, but online, fans loved that charm.

If she wanted, she could easily pick any guy.

Pretty face.

Good body.

Maybe even someone better than me.

…But you see,

she’s a freak who lusts after her sister’s boyfriend…

She wouldn’t be satisfied with anyone else.

If it weren’t you—if it weren’t your boyfriend.

Especially not if it’s just for show. She’d want a man who could actually satisfy her urges.

“She probably could. I’ve seen plenty of good-looking guys working here.”

“Right? She could just date one who’s into games. Why does she have to obsess over another girl’s boyfriend…?”

But it’s too soon to lift the veil.

I swallowed my thoughts and nodded vaguely to placate her.

Then.

“…Noona.”

“…Mhm.”

…Slowly eased into the half-baked plan I’d prepared earlier.

“…If you keep holding my hand, it’ll get sweaty.”

“…Just a little longer. Just a bit…”

Playing the affectionate boyfriend.

Pretending I regret this too—just like you.

“…Ujin. Can’t you just tell Jiyoon outright?”

“Tell her what?”

“To go find a nice guy already.”

“…Ah.”

Pretending I fully understood.

But feigning hesitation.

Pretending Jiyoon was precious to me too.

How do I end this without hurting anyone?

…Truth is, my only thought is how to make them both rut all night long.

Yet playing the role of a boyfriend

who cares about his girlfriend’s—

and her sister’s—feelings.

Continuing this low-level acting.

“Noona.”

“Yeah?”

“…What if we made Jiyoon accept it properly?”

“Accept what? She barged into our relationship on her own…”

“Right. How do I put it…? Ah. She needs to be put in her place.”

“…Put in her place?”

Carefully.

Setting the trap.

“Noona, I think she’s been looking down on you lately.”

“…”

“You don’t like that, right? Jiyoon having sex with me for an hour every day during these two weeks. Constantly nitpicking and provoking you.”

“…Yeah.”

Making sure Hayun wouldn’t suspect.

Acting like I’d just come up with this.

“…So, what? How do we fix it?”

“Dunno. Haven’t thought details yet. …What would work best…?”

Even though I’d already planned everything.

Pretending to ponder now.

“Ah, how about this?”

Gently stroking Hayun’s hair as she lay on the desk.

“…I stay overnight at your place. I’m okay with that.”

Handing Jiyoon a plausible excuse

while laying the first stone to drag her into her sister’s room.

…Ah. No—

“Trap” fits better than “stone.”

If I were fighting Hayun, maybe.

But now, I’m just…

Single-mindedly hunting.

And Jiyoon—

She just wants to toy with her sister.

“…S-Stay over? At my place?”

“Yeah. It’s the weekend starting tomorrow, right?”

“…Yeah, but.”

“Then we’ll have plenty of time. And seeing me devoted only to you, Jiyoon might… give up.”

Double-checking for flaws in my logic.

Hayun sat up, pouting, locking eyes with me as I placed the bait.

“Do you have plans Saturday?”

“…I have convenience store work at night…”

“How about today?”

“…”

Shake shake.

A light headshake—Hayun might like this.

…No.

I’ll make her like it.

“…Then I’ll make sure not to glance at Jiyoon at all.”

“…”

“Would that work?”

“…Only one hour with Jiyoon? The rest… with me?”

“Yeah. …All night.”

Not sweet.

More like…

Bitter medicine.