Digital Voyeurism (3)
“S-sis…?”
“Huh?”
A few seconds of silence felt like hours to me.
“S-Seung-yeon… why are you…?”
“Why are you coming into this place? Why are you punching in the code like it’s your own home? Don’t tell me you’re… living with this creep?”
We’d jumped straight from “maybe dating” to “shacking up.”
“No, no! It’s not… nothing like that…”
Her denial trailed off, making it sound even more suspicious.
“And what’s with calling him ‘Master’? Did this guy make you do it?”
“W-well, yeah, kinda…”
Damn it, you idiot!
Seung-yeon’s face twisted in an instant. Her glare could kill.
“You… perverted bastard.”
The situation was spiraling worse by the second. I opened my mouth to backpedal.
“No, it’s not—”
“That’s too harsh.”
Eun-seo cut in, face serious. Perfect timing!
“You’re treating her like a servant! He’s probably made her do way worse stuff too!”
“Do you know your sister got divorced?”
“That’s why I came! No matter how distant we’ve been, how could she not tell her own sister?!”
Apparently, she’d occasionally called Seung-ah’s café boss to check up on her. That’s how she’d heard about the divorce and rushed over to hear it straight from the source.
“Then you probably don’t know she was stalked by her ex-husband even after the divorce. Actually, stalking’s the least of it. She almost got raped.”
“R-raped?!”
Her look of disgust turned to shock.
“Your brother-in-law beat the shit out of her husband—sent him to the hospital—to protect your sister. And you just called her savior a ‘perverted bastard.’”
Shock turned to confusion. She glanced back and forth between me, Eun-seo, and Seung-ah, her face begging for details.
Seung-ah, who’d been trembling at the entryway just moments ago, stepped into the living room. She looked much calmer now.
“Let’s go to my place, sis. I’ll explain everything.”
Grabbing Seung-yeon’s hand to pull her up, she turned to me.
“I’ll talk with her for a bit.”
Then she led Seung-yeon back to her apartment.
Once the storm had passed, quiet returned like nothing had happened.
“Better to let them talk alone. Whatever we say won’t get through to her right now.”
“Aren’t you curious what they’re saying?”
“I am. But…”
I pulled up the camera-linked app on my phone. Eun-seo’s eyes went wide.
“O-oppa! You installed hidden cams at sis’s place?”
“Security cameras. No guarantee that shit from before won’t happen again.”
She still looked skeptical.
“Look, why the hell would I put cams in Seung-ah’s place? I can watch live anytime.”
“Yeah… true.”
I was turning into a con artist by the minute.
*****
“H-hic, sis… I’m s-sorry…”
“Come on, stop crying and talk already.”
“S-sob, I… I didn’t listen to you and ended up a w-widow…”
“Divorcée now. Single as fuck…”
“Waaah, Seung-yeon… Seung-yeooon!”
Twenty minutes in, and Seung-ah was still clinging to her sister like that. Who was the older one here?
She’d raised her like a mom since they were kids, apparently. But the pitiful sobbing killed any arousal.
“Keep watching?”
“Nah, turning it off. Not turning me on.”
“What?”
Shit, slipped again. No taking that back.
“Uh, I mean… Seung-ah crying makes me sad but kinda excited.”
“Oppa’s kinks are so varied. My scent, bare feet, now sis’s tears… Should I cry too?”
“You cry so pretty when you suck me off, it’s fine.”
“What the—?”
Her little scoff was cute, so I stroked her hair. She purred like a cat, pleased, so my hand slid lower.
“Ahh, not there… they’re still talking.”
“Seung-ah’ll take time to stop bawling.”
“You’re hopeless.”
Still, she fondled my bulging crotch. Quickie sex wasn’t bad.
A moment later—ding-dong~
I was getting enthusiastically sucked when the doorbell rang. Today’s timing was pure shit.
I yanked up my pants and opened the door. Seung-yeon stood there, face stiff.
“Why’s your face so red? What’d you do while we were gone?”
“Gotta take a massive dump. Sorry, but spit it out quick if you’ve got something to say?”
Hated how my only excuses were this gross.
“Then go shit. I’m here for Eun-seo.”
“Me?”
“Sis is crying too hard to talk straight. Help me explain on the side.”
Eun-seo glanced at me; I nodded. Better sharp Eun-seo than mushy Seung-ah for this.
Once they left, I fired up the app. Knowing what they said would help me smooth things over with Seung-yeon.
Eun-seo calming Seung-ah filled the screen.
“Sis, enough crying now…”
She calmly recounted everything Seung-ah had been through, down to the nitty-gritty. She must’ve heard it all in detail.
“Just to repeat: Oppa’s not some perv making sis do weird shit.”
“Then why make her call him ‘Master’?”
“Well… he’s obsessed with maids.”
“Huh?”
“What?!”
The screen—and I—froze solid. That was her excuse?!
“Oppa’s loved maids since he was little. Loses his mind just hearing ‘Master.’”
Seung-yeon’s face turned weird. So did mine.
“He hits up maid cafés for healing when work sucks. Not pervy—just eats snacks, hears ‘Master,’ admires the uniforms. Everyone unwinds their own way, right?”
Retarded, but weirdly convincing. “Respect my tastes!”—bullshit! How was I supposed to face Seung-yeon now?!
“That’s why sis and I call him ‘Master’ at home sometimes. Right, sis?”
Seung-ah nodded with her puffy eyes. No rehearsal, but they synced perfectly. Do slaves start resembling their masters?
Felt like Eun-seo had stolen my silver tongue. While she was at it, she summed up my relationship with Seung-ah too.
“Think of oppa as sis’s protector now. After that incident, she couldn’t even sleep. Scared to commute alone for a while, so he went with her.”
Eun-seo’s pitying look, Seung-ah’s even more pathetic response… We were a full-on slave scam duo?
Their exquisite tag-team melted Seung-yeon. She hugged her crying sister and burst into tears herself. Like that Korea-shaking separated family reunion.
Eun-seo, the director of this scene, smirked victoriously from behind. Sly vixen.
*****
“Sorry, mister. I didn’t know you saved sis and said awful things. Really sorry.”
She bowed, thoroughly cowed. Seung-ah fidgeted beside her.
Up close, Seung-yeon really looked like a compressed Seung-ah. If Seung-ah was PNG, she was JPG. Her higher compression on the tits was a shame, but stunning sisters either way.
Status window, if you’re watching, please drop that sisters rice bowl quest.
[…….]
Ellipsis flickered in the air and vanished.
“Misunderstanding cleared is enough. No more apologies.”
“Still…”
“Really sorry? Change how you call me first.”
“Should I call you Master too?”
“No, not that. ‘Mister’! I’m only three years older than you, Seung-yeon.”
Master trauma incoming.
“You look younger than you are.”
Straight shooter, even in apology.
“Like Eun-seo—call me oppa. Or just my name if that’s weird.”
She glances at Eun-seo, pauses.
“Oppa it is. Uh… don’t be formal with me either. Treat me casual.”
“Three years makes us same age? How’d you know my age, Seung-yeon?”
“Sis told me. Eight years older than her.”
“Got it. Wanna drop formalities too, Seung-yeon?”
“Huh?”
“We’re same age anyway… I really like your sister. She treats me like a dongsaeng, so let’s get close. Start with casual speech.”
“Uh, sure… yeah, let’s.”
Hierarchy sorted in one go.
“What now?”
“Café wants me back. Business boomed since I started.”
No surprise—a babe like her working there? I’d punch in daily too.
“Won’t tell Dad. Barely home with shoots anyway. Sis handles that talk.”
“Shoots?”
“Landed a miniseries role. Hype project. Gonna kill it.”
“Seung-yeon… you’re an actress?”
Forgot to tell Eun-seo. Should’ve briefed her on Seung-yeon instead of groping.
“Yeah. Minor roles only, so you wouldn’t know.”
Hardly showed up in searches—total unknown. But her saying it felt off.
“S-sorry. Didn’t mean it like that.”
“It’s fine. This drama’ll change things. Solid supporting role—super excited.”
No new projects last search, so she must’ve cast recently.
“What’s the drama called?”
I’d never heard the title from Seung-yeon. Time froze right when she was about to say.