episode_0192

…There, Good.

“……Mmm, slurp, huff…”

Usually acts all mature, but now, completely worked up, even breathing evenly is too much for Ujin… Kissing him. Good.

“…Noona. Noona.” “Mmm, hah… Huh, ah……”

As the silver thread of saliva stretches from my lips to his shoulder, he calls me “Noona,” that sweet title, …while fucking me. Good.

“…Ugh. Your hair keeps getting in my mouth.” “Huh…? …Ah, sorry… Must’ve grown too long…” “Why apologize for that? I actually like it.” “…Hah…” “Compared to Jiyoon’s short hair, longer hair feels more feminine, don’t you think?” “…Ah, ahhk…” “…Like this. I can even tug on it.” “Hihk…, uh, ngk, ugh…”

Lying side by side on the bed, with him holding me tightly from behind, playing with my long ponytail before playfully yanking it hard. …And then, Crush.

Hugging me so tight it feels like I’ll break, Thrust, thrust. Pounding into me wildly. …Exactly my type. So good.

“…Noona. Just a little more. …Yeah. Like that.” “Hah…, hahhk…”

With his rock-hard cock, ramming into my deepest spots like he’s wrecking me. …My stiff, cherry-colored nipples. My swollen, exposed clit. The places I usually touch when I masturbate— but now, his hands feel so much. So much better than when I do it myself. …Too good. What do I do?

“Turn your head this way…” “…”

I grab Ujin’s wrist, the one teasing my clit, as if to stop him. …But in the end, I just lace my fingers with his, letting his hand grip me tightly, while I… …squeeze my walls around him. And then, our tongues tangle. So, so happy, my head goes blank. Good.

“…Ah.”

But then, amid the distant sound of a door opening, …pat, pat, the noise of someone drying their hair with a towel mixes in, and—

“Uh……, I’m—I’m cumming. Cumminggg…”

Ujin, wanting Jiyoon to hear us fucking, starts slamming into me even harder than before. Like an animal. So happy. So electrifying. All I can gasp out is, “Cumming.” Good.

Not “I’m about to cum,” just “Cumming,” while my walls clench around him. …Without a single thought of my own, my body, on its own, squeeze, clench. Tightening around his cock, milking him for pleasure. Good.

If I glance down, I can see the bed soaked from my shameful wetness, but I don’t care. If anything, it only excites me more. Holding me tight, he loves me. Good.

“Nghhk?! …Ah, ……mmm…”

The sound of me panting like a bitch. The sound of me whimpering like a child, too overwhelmed. …Squelch, squelch, the sound of my soaked pussy gripping him. Thrust, thrust. The sound of his hard lower stomach slapping against my soft skin.

All of it— broadcasted to Jiyoon, who had already slammed the bathroom door shut behind her.

“Hahhk……. Hah……. …. …Haaah……”

Too… …happy.

“Huu…, …Noona, the condom there…” “…Mmm.”

If I were a puppy, I’d wag my tail cutely at Ujin right now.

192

Objectively speaking, this isn’t jealousy.

After briefly pausing my game to Google it, the results said: “Jealousy is the feeling of envy toward others, often escalating into intense hatred or hostility…”

Am I envious of Lee Hayoon? No matter how much I think about it—No. Absolutely not. I don’t envy her. It’s more like… “She’s annoying.” That’s about it.

She should just sit quietly beside me, picking at a handkerchief or something. Why is she suddenly trying to compete with me like this?

For the same reason, I don’t hate her either. No hostility. If anything, “Sorry for stealing your boyfriend” would make more sense.

So it’s definitely not jealousy.

“…”

Then what? This weird, unpleasant feeling. … …Ah.

Irritation that the plan’s been slightly delayed…?

“…”

Just then, I hear the click of the living room door opening. It’s none other than my sister and Seo Ujin stepping out of the bathroom.

…Whatever was so funny, my sister’s loud laughter in the bathroom nearly gave me a headache. Anyway.

Shifting my gaze to the bottom-right of my computer screen, the clock reads “7:53 PM.” Leaning back in my chair with a creak, I eavesdrop on the living room chatter slipping through the door.

“Ujin-ah. Ujin-ah. Should we start with meat today?” “Whatever you prefer, Noona. I’m fine with anything.” “Hmm… Ah, how about hot pot? We’re a little short on mushrooms, but…” “…Well? I’ve actually never had hot pot before.” “Huh? Really? That’s surprising…? I thought everyone’s had hot pot at least once. Jiyoon and I make it often.” “I guess I’m just not the type to explore different foods much.” “Hmm. I see… Then what’s your usual favorite?” “…Something that’s done in one bowl? Donburi? Ramen?”

Pointless small talk. Yet my sister’s voice is so annoyingly bubbly.

Then, faint footsteps in the distance. …The sound of a window opening—probably for ventilation. The hairdryer. The clatter of dishes, the fridge door opening. Ujin’s affectionate voice asking if she needs help.

Listening to all this with my headset around my neck, that “weird, unpleasant feeling” from earlier swells up violently. Pressing my lips together, I adjust my steps.

“…”

…For no reason, I undo the top button of my pajamas, leaving it as open as possible.

“…What are you doing?” “Ah, Jiyoon…” “Making dinner.”

Acting casual, I stretch and step into the living room. My sister, standing at the cutting board with vegetables, immediately looks at me.

But Seo Ujin, who was hugging her from behind, doesn’t. He just gives a dry response, his hands groping my sister’s lower stomach under her cute fleece pajamas.

I know what that means. Ujin told me to act jealous in front of my sister. How could I not know? …He’s just doing this to stroke her ego.

Cooperating. That’s all this is.

Because in the end, when it’s the three of us in bed, I’ll be the one who wins. I just have to let her have this for now.

“…Hot pot again?” “W-Well, it’s been over a week since we last had it. It’s good.” “I’m not saying no. Just figured that’s why you bought so many veggies earlier.”

Good. You wanted me to glare at my sister this morning, right? I’ll show you something even better.

Either way, all I have to do is pretend to be jealous of her.

“…Ah, what are you two doing behind me?!”

Quietly moving closer, I mimic Ujin— who’s hugging my sister from behind— by hugging him from behind.

“Not like kids… Ugh…”

Coincidentally, unlike Ujin, my hands don’t reach my sister’s stomach. Because of our height difference, they land on his cock instead.

“Stop distracting me from chopping, both of you…!” “…” “…”

He could’ve just hugged her tightly, but Ujin just so happened to leave enough space for me. Pressing my face against his back like I’m inhaling his scent, my hand barely brushes my sister’s back— …No. It lightly grazes her.

But not enough for her to realize it’s intentional.

Teasingly, I drag my fingers over Ujin’s cock through his plaid pajama pants.

Well, I did what you asked, right? I’m acting like a jealous little sister copying her sister’s moves. So a little mischief like this— should be fine, no?

Right, Ujin-ah?

“…Lee Jiyoon. Let go.” “…Don’t wanna.” “I said both of you, get off… Seriously…”

Even as he tells me to move away, his cock hardens under my touch. Blowing hot breaths against his back, I stroke him through the fabric.

Not directly, of course. Just pinching the tip between my thumb and forefinger, dragging my fingertips along the veins running down his shaft.

…Edging him. You’ve done this to me enough. So now it’s my turn.

I’ll get you all worked up— and leave you hanging. You pervert.

“Noona told you to move.” “Then kick me off. …Idiot.” “…She said to get off…” “If I hit you, Noona will… Huu… …scold me.” “Like that’d happen? She’d probably praise you. ‘Hit Jiyoon harder, make her behave.’” “Hey…”

Ujin, you only had boring sex with my sister today. And with me— you didn’t even get to breed me.

All day, stuck wearing a rubber, you couldn’t leave your mark— in a woman’s womb, against her walls.

…The one time I let you go raw, you pumped me full of your sticky cum like a rabid dog.

And now you’re satisfied with fake sex with my sister? Really? No way.

Why not just throw out your little plan? I don’t mind staying up all night. My sister’s out like a light past midnight.

So when she’s asleep, sneak into my room, and empty yourself— until there’s nothing left.

Want to?

“…We didn’t even get to have much sex, so at least let me hug you like this.” “…” “You fucked Noona for over two hours earlier… …Mean.” “…”

Despite my sulky tone, I rise onto my tiptoes, pressing my lips to the nape of his neck. When he flinches and glances back, I flash him a satisfied smile.

Then, where my sister can’t see, I rub my face against his back, messing up my bangs.

I’m jealous. You had so much sex with Noona, and I’m jealous. I can do everything she does.

Sure, she’s better at laundry, cooking, cleaning, working out, walks, dates… But I can make sex feel even better for you. I can match all your kinks. If you tell me to take birth control, I will.

So only have sex with me…

…I put on my best performance as “Earth-500 Jiyoon.”

In truth, I’m not jealous at all. Not even a little.

“Hey, Hayu… …Noona.” “Huh? Yeah?” “Can I have sex with Ujin while you make hot pot?” “…No.” “…Not even once?” “Nope.” “Whyyy… You have so many condoms…” “…” “Noona, you’ll just fall asleep after fucking Ujin all night anyway…” “Still… …No.”

For Ujin, who’s grinding his heel into my foot under the table, I put my mouth and hands to work.

Very enthusiastically.