episode_0188

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The first day was bearable.

The second day was tolerable too.

Although the moans coming from Jiyoon’s room had grown noticeably louder compared to the first day,

it wasn’t… anything I couldn’t brush off as insignificant.

…Ah, she’s doing it on purpose so I can hear her.

She heard the moans from my room on the first day and is now doing the same.

I could laugh it off, feeling a sense of superiority.

Even when Jiyoon subtly acted chummy with Woojin in the evenings, I didn’t feel much.

Her bringing up games to exclude me from conversations? Fine.

Not that it didn’t bother me at all, but it was just barely within my tolerance.

Of course, I had already expected as much.

It was easy to predict she’d cling to Woojin like crazy for these two weeks…

“Haah…”

Anyway, once I slowly get through the remaining two weeks, this embarrassing life will be over.

Jiyoon wouldn’t openly cling to Woojin like that… probably.

I let out a complicated sigh, thinking the second day had finally ended.

“…”

…Late at night.

Before I found Jiyoon’s semen-stained uniform in the laundry basket.

I was sure of it.

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Is this what they mean by “the blood draining from your face”?

It felt like all memory of what I was about to do in front of the washing machine had been wiped clean.

Like the blood rushing to my fingertips had abruptly stopped mid-flow.

Like my body and mind were operating independently.

Amidst this, the drunken singing from the alleyway drunks, faint as always, dragged me back to reality.

“…”

A semen-stained uniform.

The name on the tag read Lee Jiyoon.

Since I didn’t take this out to wear,

the one who took it out and got semen on it was…

…only one person.

The only other person in this house besides me.

I must have stood there holding Jiyoon’s uniform for about a minute.

After somehow collecting myself, I let out an awkward laugh—Ahaha—and picked up the uniform.

Ah. Just like how I wore my high school uniform for him on the first day, it seems Jiyoon did the same.

Well, the sound probably leaked outside the room, and Woojin must have mentioned it too…

Mhm. That makes sense. That’s understandable.

Up until this point, I was fine.

How could I scold her, How could you do this as adults!, when I did it first?

Besides, seeing Jiyoon, who had been openly flirting with him since yesterday evening, do this a step behind me…

…gave me a slight sense of victory, which felt kinda good.

It’s just, well.

The right thing to do here would be to hand-wash it and put it back like nothing happened… That’s all I thought.

Suppressing the urge to confront Jiyoon, I was filling the sink with water to wash off the semen when—

“…Huh?”

Wait.

Didn’t those two agree to finish inside condoms?

Then what’s this on the uniform…? The thought flashed through my mind.

“…”

What I had seen earlier were clearly three condoms, heavy with semen.

But upon inspecting Jiyoon’s uniform again…

…Even by rough estimation,

the amount here was

quite substantial.

“…One. Two.”

Before soaking it and letting the traces disappear, I spread the uniform wide open to gauge how much dried semen was there.

At a glance, there were two distinct streaks.

One, soaked deep into the back.

Another, smaller in volume, on the skirt.

Just these, combined with the condoms, would mean he came five times.

…But now that it’s come to this,

it’s hard to assume that was all.

If they took off the condom to finish,

frankly, he could have come in her mouth and made her swallow.

And in the absolute worst-case scenario,

creampie—

No.

That’s going too far.

No way they’d go that far.

It’s not like they skipped sex ed.

Jiyoon knows full well how disastrous an accidental pregnancy would be.

…And I’ve never seen any pill wrappers in the trash.

So whose decision was this?

Did Jiyoon push Woojin away mid-sex, groaning as she pulled off the condom?

Or did Woojin himself—

“…Ugh…”

No.

That can’t be.

Jiyoon must have begged him for “just one more time” behind my back, and he reluctantly came a few more times.

That’s what my rational mind said, but my gut whispered something else.

…No matter how hard Jiyoon tried to take off the condom,

if Woojin had firmly pushed her hand away, that would’ve been it.

Meaning,

Woojin enjoyed it too.

The clock in the living room showed 11 PM—too early to escape into dreamland.

Leaving the bathroom, I headed straight for Jiyoon’s room.

I worried they might be gaming, but luckily, Jiyoon was lying in bed, fiddling with her phone.

“…What? No knock—”

“Why is this stained?”

This wasn’t the time for formalities.

Cutting her off, I waved the uniform in front of her as she pulled out her wired earbuds.

The only light was from the living room, so the semen stains weren’t clearly visible, but it didn’t matter.

Walking in and shaking the uniform—

That alone should be enough for her to get the hint.

“…Ah, that.”

But Jiyoon didn’t react the way I expected.

No startled jump,

no flushed face from embarrassment,

no darkened expression from guilt.

If I had been caught like this, I’d have been speechless, eyes darting everywhere.

Instead, Jiyoon, still in her pajamas, walked up to me.

…Because of our height difference,

she slightly lowered her gaze.

“Semen.”

“…”

Indifferently.

Casually.

She just hammered in the truth I already knew.

“…Se…”

“Yeah. Semen. From Woojin.”

“…”

“Why?”

Was she being shameless?

No. That couldn’t be it.

More likely, she wanted to see my reaction. That was closer to the truth.

I was far from calm, but I tried to steady myself.

Now that I thought about it, there was something odd.

Earlier, my head was too hot to notice, but why was a semen-stained uniform in the laundry basket in the first place?

It’s not like Jiyoon doesn’t know how to use the washing machine.

If she really wanted to hide it, she could’ve hand-washed it or just tossed it in the machine.

Meaning,

she left the semen-stained uniform there,

fully aware I’d find it.

…Maybe,

she wanted me to see it.

To show me that she,

with my boyfriend,

had gone this far.

Maybe she wanted to brag.

“You’d know if you looked. …You’ve had semen on your clothes before too, right?”

“…You think I came here to talk about—”

—that?

The words died in my throat.

Because that wasn’t why I came.

No time to waste.

After biting my lower lip briefly, the second thing that left my mouth was,

even to me,

a fairly rational,

yet cold question.

“…Lee Jiyoon.”

“Yeah.”

“Who took off the condom?”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…I did.”

“…After taking it off, how many times?”

“Hmm… How many do you think, unnie?”

“…”

“…Higher or lower? Hint: higher than five.”

Three inside condoms.

Two on the uniform.

At least one more…

…Mouth.

Where else would it be?

Had to be her mouth.

“Haah…”

That’s enough.

I erased the last questions bubbling up—How many times did you do it?

Did Woojin like it?

All pointless thoughts.

What mattered was that Jiyoon did this on her own.

With that, I concluded this incident, let out a sigh laden with every emotion, and left the room.

“…”

Forgetting even to remind her to keep her promises.

Forgetting even to say we should end this farce right now.

Silently.

“…”

…I’m not entirely sure, but I think I might have muttered psycho bitch under my breath.

Who knows.

I was pretending to be calm, but I was a little worked up,

and the last thing I saw was Jiyoon’s faint smile.

Whether I really said something that awful—

I don’t remember.

I went to bed irritated.

Spent the day like usual.

Watched Jiyoon flirt like nothing happened.

And so ended the third day.

“……After that, as you all know, a large number of heroes were deployed to protect the Yeongnam region, centered around Daegu and Busan… um… and in the recent terrorist attack in Gyeongju, the ones who contributed the most were also……”

…When will she finally snap?

Class was the last thing on my mind. Instead, I counted down while staring at the sunlight pouring over my desk and textbooks.

Five. Four. Three. Two. One.

Again.

Five. Four. Three. Two. One.

A countdown with no known explosion time.

Ah, what a shame.

I had planned to set it off the next day, even saying See you tomorrow with that in mind.

…But here she is, biting her lips at the word semen, turning away with a pissed-off expression,

yet acting completely normal as time passes.

Day two was for Woojin, day three for unnie—both ended as boringly as ever.

Now it’s already day four.

At this rate, maybe I should’ve done something even more infuriating.

What I showed unnie was just the tip of the iceberg, after all.

…Well,

the problem is,

everything beyond that tip involves creampies.

“…Heh…”

Did my laugh catch someone’s attention?

For a moment, I locked eyes with the tiny Japanese girl sitting in front of me.

Cutting off thoughts like her eyelashes are so long, I turned away just as my phone on the desk lit up.

I always keep it on silent, even outside class, so it wouldn’t disturb anyone.

Looks like a Kakao message. I discreetly unlocked it.

Only two people ever message me.

[Seo Woojin] – I’m staying over tonight.

Unfortunately, I already heard this from unnie.

Woojin, staying over this weekend.

I also know it’s not for my sake.

He didn’t change the one-hour rule, so what’s the point of him being here all day?

…He’ll just spend the whole day fucking unnie.

And unnie’s probably doing it to show off to me.

A bit underwhelming for an explosion.

Sure, any reaction is better than none, but…

I wanted something more dramatic.

Like, say,

having sex with Woojin right in front of me, like lovers.

Then I could naturally get violated like a fleshlight in front of unnie,

and Woojin, playing along, would fill me with way more cum than he ever gave her.

…The moisture in her breath,

the look on her face comparing the weight of the condoms.

That would’ve been delicious.

What a shame. What a shame.

[Lee Jiyoon] – So?

[Seo Woojin] – More like, there’s something I need to tell you about this.

Something to say?

Maybe he means he can’t cum inside me as much as usual since he’s staying all day.

Well, I can live with that.

If I want to see unnie barking like a dog later, I should let them act lovey-dovey as much as possible now.

“……?”

But the message he sent next

was slightly different from what I expected.

[Seo Woojin] – I’ll let you have sex next to your sister.

– Just break your pride for three days. Fri, Sat, Sun.

– Not her pride.

– Yours.