episode_0248

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“Uh, Ujin… Sorry? I didn’t know Jiyun would be this intense…”

“I’m fine. Really.”

“Haaa… I know. You secretly like it, don’t you? There’s no way you wouldn’t. …Even after taking turns in the same bed, you still— It’s, like, rock-hard down there.”

“Well, both you and Jiyun are so pretty. As a guy, I can’t help but…”

“Enough. You don’t have to force an excuse. It’s Jiyun’s fault anyway, so I’m not gonna blame you.”

“…”

“The problem is, Jiyun seems satisfied with this arrangement. I never meant for this to last forever…”

“…”

“…Ah, w-well, doing it with the three of us… It does feel good, but…”

Compared to Sooah’s place, the bathroom was incredibly cramped.

Even without a bathtub, as I held Hayun close and washed her, her pouty voice spilled out in a flurry.

Maybe it was because I’d just beaten her younger sister at rock-paper-scissors when she tried to come in, saying, “Obviously, we’d shower together, right?”

As if this was her only chance, most of what came out of her mouth was about Lee Jiyun.

It wasn’t exactly complaining, but… what should I call it?

For now, she was still a little negative. That kind of feeling.

But since this reaction was natural, I wasn’t impatient or anything.

Rather… I was pretty satisfied.

After all, she hadn’t said she wanted to end this relationship.

With the overwhelming advantage of pleasure, she was just hesitating between social norms and instinct.

At this point, the biggest hurdles were already cleared.

All that was left was for Hayun to slowly get used to the shameful pleasure of being under me, overlapping with her sister… or something like that.

As I got hard from that pleasant thought, Hayun reacted immediately to the shower stream.

She’d noticed the heat behind her and, without a word, braced her hands against the tiles beside the mirror.

…It’s a funny observation, but now it feels more like I’m cheating on Lee Jiyun with Hayun.

Just as I was about to bite Hayun’s reddened ear and push in, perfect timing—knocking sounds echoed through the door.

“Hurry up and come out. The delivery’s here, so stop doing weird stuff in there.”

“……”

“……”

For some reason, that nagging turned me on.

Listening to Lee Jiyun’s grumbling outside, I hesitated for a second—maybe because I felt a little guilty—before grabbing Hayun’s jiggling breasts and pulling her close.

“…Why aren’t you answering?”

“…”

“Are you two seriously doing something weird in there right now?”

My bare cock.

Slowly.

Slowly.

Pushed in, feeling good.

I pulled one hand from her chest and covered her mouth instead of letting her brace against the wall.

“…Ah, shit. Everything else is broken, but of course this one locks properly…”

“…Ngh, …Hn, …H-Hyek…!”

Deep enough that the sound of Hayun’s ass getting pounded was visible.

Deep enough that she bit down on my fingers in her mouth before hurriedly loosening her jaw.

After shooting me a resentful glare, she eventually lowered her head and started diligently sucking my fingers—

“Hey, Lee Hayun. If you don’t come out, I’m eating all the tteokbokki, fish cakes, and fried stuff by myself.”

“…What should we do?”

“Eat… it…,” she gasped.

“You can’t hear me? Unnie? Answer me.”

“Not that… …Where should I cum?”

“…Earlier, with Jiyun… I already… came inside… Ngh, hhk…!”

“…Tch.”

“It’ll get dirty again. So…”

“It’s the bathroom… So even if we make a mess… it’s fine…?!”

Thud, thud, thud.

Deep enough that the vulgar sounds echoed through the bathroom.

Deep enough that Lee Jiyun outside would definitely hear.

Before long,

with my bare cock buried to the hilt,

Squelch, squirt, squirt.

I painted her insides with my color, feeling good.

“…Pheh, bweh…!”

Then, with my slick, cum-covered fingers, I grabbed her cheek and chin.

…And kissed her in that uncomfortable position.

Hic, hic— Matching the timing of her cute moans as she came, I pushed her harder against the wall.

Then, kissing her more comfortably.

To my heart’s content.

I scraped out every last drop of cum inside her,

…pulled out after a while,

and stared at the clumped mess before continuing the shower as if nothing had happened.

“…Eek.”

“What?”

“…D-Did you… not hear my stomach growling…?”

Given the time,

both Hayun and I

were starving.

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“You said you’d eat all the fish cakes and fried stuff, but you just set the table?”

“You really thought I’d do that? Idiot. And you think I can’t even do this much?”

“I never said you couldn’t. It’s just funny how you were yowling outside the bathroom but ended up quietly setting the table.”

“Funny my ass… Tch… Anyway, it’s obvious you two came out after doing blowjobs and sex.”

“No blowjobs. Just sex.”

“W-Why would you say that…?”

“…So after we finish eating, it’s just the two of us, right?”

“It’s a weekday, not the weekend. How late are you planning to go? Another all-nighter?”

“Then tomorrow, I go first. Unnie can just watch from the side.”

A conversation that was somewhat out of place—

spoken in front of her sister,

and in front of her sister’s boyfriend.

But none of the three questioned it as we finished the meal, and I walked out under their warm send-off.

Spring, lingering faintly after winter.

Now transitioning into early summer, the sun stayed up much longer.

Just a few days ago, the sky would’ve been pitch-black by this time, but now it was dyed a deep crimson, its edges burnt black.

Ten years ago, after finishing dinner and lighting a cigarette, the sky had looked exactly like this.

Knowing there was nothing there, I still rummaged through my pockets and sighed smoke-free before stepping out into the alley.

PTSD is usually like this.

Honestly, regression isn’t exactly a shocking event compared to its results—it feels almost mundane.

In cases like this, the word habit fits better.

Anyway, let’s start from here.

It’s like looking for a needle in a sandbox, but what I’m searching for is a giant sack needle—something impossible to miss.

“…Last time, I definitely ran into Seol Dabin…”

It was around here.

Unless her tastes were unique or she just felt like it that day, her route home would always be the same. So, I headed toward the intersection where I’d first met Seol Dabin.

But unlike before, she didn’t magically poof into existence, nagging her boyfriend.

Of course not.

Unless there was some fixed pattern, the odds of finding someone in the exact same spot were about 5%.

Succeeding at this in one try only happens in movies or short stories that have to wrap up in an hour and forty minutes.

But since I still don’t have a solid connection with Seol Dabin, I’ll have to keep doing this whenever I have time.

Checking out nearby downtown areas or date spots might work too.

Ah, loitering around the clothing store I went to with Han Sooah could also be good.

Who knows? She might frequent that area.

As I waited at the crosswalk, watching the line of turning cars—

“—Lots of people to ask… Huh? Got it. Hello~

An unwelcome,

annoying voice came through my phone.

[Psycho Bitch]

“Hey, hey.”

“I couldn’t say it earlier since you were on a call, but can you come pick me up later?”

“Walking alone at night is scary for a delicate girl like me…”

“No? No? No? Busy? Very?”

“It’s not like you’re only with Seoyeon, so no one’s gonna ask weird questions about your relationship…”

“Ah, no. If I bother you, you’ll just ignore me again… Ugh…”

“But I’d really like it if you came to get me just once…”

“I even worked hard to give Sooah-chan to you…”

“And I barely got anything in return, so I’d really appreciate it if you just came to pick me up…”

“I think I’d be satisfied with just that…”

“Are you really not gonna come even once…?”

A long while later.

Even though I only read it with my eyes, my ears rang from the noisy KakaoTalk messages.

The movie ended.

The plot?

Well.

It was kind of entertaining. Or maybe not.

Even someone like me, who doesn’t know much about movies, could tell it was full of clichés.

I’m not sure.

The actress playing the female lead was pretty, and the actor playing the male lead was a bit disappointing.

Other than that, nothing really stuck in my mind.

…I guess it was just a passable time-killer.

After throwing away the popcorn bucket I’d bought under Yozora’s nagging, I let out a quiet sigh.

Intuitively,

it didn’t feel like the issues related to Seo Woojin had been resolved at all.

“As expected, Korean movies compared to Japanese ones… Hmm…”

“…”

At her word choice—as if she was just waiting for someone to bite—I turned my head and saw Yozora walking toward me from the theater, holding two colas with a mischievous smile.

I glanced around, worried she might start a fight, but thankfully, the audience seemed to take it as a joke—if they even noticed.

There weren’t many people to begin with.

…Was the first time she called me after getting into a drunken fight like this too?

Lost in thought, I lightly knocked Yozora’s head with my fist. Thump.

“Don’t say weird stuff. Everyone here is Korean except you.”

“Just kidding. Anyway… it was kinda fun, right?”

“Dunno. …I don’t even remember the plot.”

“Huh? Are you really a girl…? Why does your review sound so masculine…? Sniff sniff…”

“Hey, stop clinging—! It just wasn’t my taste!”

“But you’re the one who picked the movie?”

“Did you forget everything I said on the way here? I just picked whatever to kill time!”

“I didn’t think you were serious. I thought you were hiding a boyfriend or something…”

She’d been going on about boyfriend this, boyfriend that since earlier. Wasn’t she tired of it?

I forcibly peeled Yozora off me—ignoring the stares—and spoke as firmly as possible.

“I don’t have time for guys. You know that.”

“But do you want to meet one?”

“Well, obviously—”

“Obviously?”

“…”

But when she immediately followed up with, “Do you actually want to meet one?” I froze.

If an ordinary person had asked, I might’ve said “It depends,” but…

Of course, it had to be Yozora.

She definitely meant it in a dirty way too.

Sex partner… or something like that.

Staring at Yozora’s smug grin, I changed my answer to avoid falling into her trap.

“…No.”

“Really? Even if you found a great guy?”

“I only have about a year left. I can hold out until then.”

“Hold out? From what? Your libido?”

“Not libido—! You know what I mean!”

“If it’s not about sex, then what is it?”

“…Platonic love exists too. …You sex-obsessed pervert.”

“Haaa… I guess elementary schooler mentality is just hopeless…”

“…”

“Well, back then, even sharing a snack would make your heart race. Yeah.”

When did she even learn a fancy word like mentality?

Before she could spout more nonsense, I stepped onto the escalator. Yozora quickly closed the distance and stood right behind me.

“…Sex feels really good, though.”

“…”

“Being pinned down like this, crying because you came too soon but being ignored and fucked like an animal… It feels amazing.”

“…”

…Even as I desperately ignored her.

Like a molester,

she slid her hands around my waist.

“Come to think of it, Seoyeon… Ah, right, Seoyeon, you don’t smoke or anything, do you?”

“…”

“Are you scared of adult stuff? Now that I think about it, you don’t even have a license, kid.”

“…”

“Anyway, you’re a 22-year-old gumiho now. How long are you gonna stay a virgin? These days, girls five years younger than you are having sweaty, raw sex and screaming “Daddy!””

“…”

“Hehe… Want me to teach you gently? Ah, no, that sounds weird.”

“…”

“Wanna watch from the side? Me and Seo Woojin having sex?”

“…Shut up.”

Until I growled at her to shut up,

she kept drilling incomprehensible words into my ears—

to the point it almost felt like brainwashing.

…No matter how hard you try to turn me into a girl like you,

it’ll never happen.

Even if the sky falls.

Even if the world ends tomorrow.

“Anyway, Yozora, we watched the movie like you wanted, so let’s just go home—”

“Huh?”

“Huh? What’s with the sudden—”

Even if I saw a familiar face sitting in the theater lobby chairs.

Even if that familiar man, looking tired, was scrolling through his phone before glancing up at the sound of our voices.

“You really came to pick me up? I thought you weren’t coming since I told you to stop spamming my KakaoTalk…”

“I didn’t want to, but I had business nearby anyway. Two birds, one stone.”

“…”

Even if his gaze landed on Yozora behind me.

And by extension, brushed against me.

Even if embarrassing memories I wanted to forget kept resurfacing.

Even if my cheeks warmed on their own.

It’ll never happen.

“…Anyway, let’s go. You asked me to walk you home, right?”

“Ah, wait wait. Since we’re all here—”

“…”

“Since we’re all here. What?”

“…Dinner? Wanna grab some?”

“…”

“I already ate, so you two go ahead.”

“So you are coming, Seo Woojin?”

“…Uh—”

…It’ll never happen.

If I try to leave now,

Yozora will definitely force me and Seo Woojin together.

“…N-Never mind…”

Putting on a brave face.

Even though I’ve soaked her panties with just a few gestures, I put on a brave face.

Keeping my usual calm expression, I approached Seo Woojin—with Yozora, who had somehow already wrapped herself around me from behind.

“…”

Of course, only close enough

to catch his scent—

and the oddly refreshing body wash that didn’t suit him.

Close,

but far.