Chapter 112: Five People, Five Sexes (10) Green, a Woman Who Changes in Bed
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 112: Five People, Five Sexes (10) Green, a Woman Who Changes in Bed
Several days had passed since Green spent that steamy night with A, and she hadn't seen him since. However, she didn't feel the same anxiety she once had.
Because A had reassured her when she was feeling insecure about what happened that night, Green found herself looking forward to their next meeting instead.
Observing Green’s aura, the other members of Hunter Killer instinctively knew things had gone well for her. One might expect the romantic talk among the members to grow more intense by the day, but surprisingly, the gossip didn't last that long. Instead, they spent more time discussing their individual lives.
That wasn't to say the talk of romance had vanished entirely. While such topics used to be the primary icebreaker for their conversations, they had gradually transitioned into a more natural state where they discussed a wide variety of things.
There was a meeting today as well. Green, who had arrived early, was staring intently at Pink, who was busy recounting something that had happened at her part-time job.
Green liked all the members, but she held a particular sense of admiration for Pink. In contrast to her own relatively plain image, Pink had a beautiful face, a glamorous aura, and always wore clothes that suited her perfectly. Green often wished she could be more like her.
Furthermore, as someone who had started dating first, Pink gave effortless advice to her and Yellow. Green even caught herself thinking that Pink’s boyfriend was lucky to have a girlfriend like her.
Of course, Green knew well enough that she couldn't become exactly like Pink. Still, she wondered if she could change at least one part of her plain self to stand out a bit more.
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In the middle of her story, Pink noticed Green’s gaze fixed on her. She tilted her head, staring back. Green, who hadn't even realized she was staring so intently, finally snapped out of it.
"Oh, sorry. What were you saying?"
"…Green. You have something to say to me, don't you?"
Certain there was a reason for the stare, Pink asked point-blank.
"No, uh… No. It’s nothing."
When Green tried to speak but then shut her mouth, Pink narrowed her eyes at her. Under that piercing gaze that felt like it was seeing right through her, Green looked away.
"I won't know unless you tell me, you know?"
Green hesitated, but then realized nothing would be resolved if she stayed silent. She turned her gaze back to Pink.
"Does your boyfriend like it when he's with you, Pink?"
"Of course."
The moment the question ended, Pink answered without a second of hesitation. It was a confident reply born from the fact that she knew she was beautiful and knew her boyfriend loved that about her.
Pink’s expression brightened at the mention of her boyfriend, and before Green could even get her next words out, Pink began rambling about him.
"Every time he sees me, he’s dying to kiss me. Want me to tell you what position we used last time?"
Pink enjoyed talking about sex. While others might have looked at her strangely, Pink didn't care about the opinions of those around her at all. Of course, since the atmosphere within Hunter Killer had already been established as a place where they could share all sorts of stories about their boyfriends, it was much easier for her to bring it up.
While talking about sex might seem like mere lewd gossip, Pink viewed the impact of the act very positively. In a relationship where emotions are shared, sex physically fulfilled what emotions alone could not, and the affection filled through physical acts made psychological affection grow even deeper.
That was why Pink had encouraged Yellow and Green to have sex when they were worrying about their relationships. It wasn't just about using their bodies as a lure; her intention was for them to physically release the inhibitions they were holding in their minds.
"O-oh, no! Not that far…"
Green, on the other hand, wasn't quite that open about sex yet. Having never had sexual conversations with friends before, she didn't think it was weird when the members talked about sleeping with their boyfriends, but she was too embarrassed to bring up her own experiences.
"It’s fun, though. We were drinking together, and then…"
Naturally, Pink’s story flowed right into the details of her sex life.
At first, Green felt shy listening to Pink talk about kissing and sleeping with her boyfriend after drinks, but she soon found herself intrigued by the stories of their vigorous encounters.
Green had felt somewhat different ever since the day she had sex with A. Usually, she found it difficult to act on the thoughts or impulses in her head, but the moment they were intimate, she felt as though a lot of her emotional baggage had been liberated.
That was why she had clung to A that day, repeatedly urging him for more. The sex had been so intense that she later worried he might see her as a lewd woman, and that memory remained vividly etched in her mind.
"Do boyfriends like it if you're pretty?"
"Huh?"
Pink stopped mid-sentence at Green’s sudden question. Realizing this was what Green had actually wanted to talk about, she pondered for a moment.
Naturally, men like pretty women. Conversely, women like handsome men. Since both men and women are attracted to those who are aesthetically above average, there was no "no" to Green’s question.
However, the reason Pink hesitated for a split second was because of why Green was asking.
Pink observed Green, who had lowered her head slightly right after asking. She looked the same as usual—unadorned, wearing a plain T-shirt and a long skirt. Not that the simple outfit was bad, per se.
But it was certainly a look that made it difficult to capture or captivate the opposite sex.
It wasn't that Green was ugly. If anything, she was exceptionally beautiful—the kind of person people would automatically call "pretty." However, even great beauty fails to shine if it isn't polished.
"Well, yeah. Being pretty is better than not being pretty."
Pink could see where Green’s conflict lay. Green, who lacked awareness of her own beauty, wanted to look pretty for her boyfriend.
"I see…"
Seeing Green’s dejected response, Pink stood up and sat down next to her.
Pink loved grooming herself. She loved wearing pretty clothes that accentuated her figure, and she loved makeup that enhanced her features. But that was ultimately because she enjoyed doing those things and knew they suited her.
"Why? Did your boyfriend say you aren't pretty?"
From everything she had heard about Green’s boyfriend so far, he didn't seem like the type to say such a thing. But since Green had brought it up, Pink asked just in case. Green shook her head vigorously in denial.
"No. I just… want to look better for him."
"I think you're plenty pretty right now, Green."
Pink thought it was a bit greedy for someone like Green—who was called pretty by other women even in such plain clothes—to want to be even prettier, but she also felt it was perfectly natural.
"Still, I thought he might like it more if I did things like you do, Pink."
Pink’s face lit up at those words. Despite all their talking, they hadn't discussed looks much, so she hadn't known what Green thought of her. Green’s words confirmed that she viewed Pink as a beautiful woman.
That was flattering, but Pink felt she needed to give Green a proper answer.
"Green, no matter how much you dress up, you can't be like me."
"I guess not, right?"
"In exchange, no matter how hard I try, I can't be like you."
"Huh?"
Green didn't catch the intent behind Pink’s words.
Even if you try to become someone else, you ultimately can't. She wasn't saying that effort was useless. Pink knew her own charms and was confident in them. At the same time, she could see Green’s charms, and sometimes she was even envious of the qualities Green had that she didn't.
That was the nature of another person's charm. You might admire it, or you might be jealous of it. But in the end, it belonged to that person, and no matter how much an observer tried, they couldn't become that person. Everyone’s charms were fundamentally different.
"You have your own unique charm, Green. I'm sure your boyfriend fell for you because he likes that about you."
However, this wasn't a fundamental solution. There are many reasons why someone admires another's charm and wants to be like them despite it being impossible, but one of them is the desire to make their own charm stand out even more.
Hearing Pink’s words, Green thought, So A saw my charm even when I didn't notice it, and that's why he likes me. Even so, the desire to be like Pink didn't vanish.
Seeing the lingering hesitation in Green’s eyes, Pink pulled up a photo on her smartphone and showed it to her.
"Green, could you wear something like this?"
On the screen was Pink, wearing a tight camisole that showed off her figure and hot pants. She was holding a translucent windbreaker in her hand. Judging by the distance, someone else had clearly taken the photo. It was likely her boyfriend.
"N-no."
Though she admired Pink, Green had never even imagined wearing clothes that revealed her body like that. Especially with Pink’s large chest, the camisole looked erotic even though she was fully dressed.
"See? There are things that only suit you, Green. However…"
Pink tucked her phone away as if she were finished, but then she reached out and stroked Green’s hair. Green flinched slightly at the sudden touch and looked into Pink’s eyes. Pink gave her a gentle smile.
"I think it might be a good idea to visit a hair salon."
Looking at Pink’s bright smile, Green slowly nodded.
*
In the end, I had started dating Eunha as well, and several days had passed since then.
Yesterday, Eunha sent me a text asking, [Can we meet tomorrow?], and I replied that I could. So today, around mid-afternoon, I headed to Eunha’s place and rang the doorbell.
"Yes! Please come in."
As I stood there, the door opened. I grabbed the handle and stepped inside.
After taking off my shoes in the entryway, I opened the door to the living room, but Eunha was nowhere to be seen.
"Eunha?"
I poked my head further in and called her name. Then, Eunha peeked out from behind a wall.
"O-oh, hello."
As she slowly revealed herself, I saw that she had changed her hairstyle. Her green, shoulder-length bob now had a volume perm, and she stood there fidgeting, looking shy about showing me the new look.
All the members of Hunter Killer were beautiful women with their own distinct charms. Eunha was no exception, and the volume perm accentuated her beauty even more than her previous straight hair.
The added volume made Eunha look even more youthful and cute. More than anything, the fact that Eunha—who didn't seem like the type to try bold changes—had changed her hair for me stirred a lot of emotions.
Naturally, none of those emotions were negative. I simply thought it suited her perfectly, and I felt happy, almost as if I had received a gift.
"Your hair… it turned out really pretty. It suits you well."
I immediately complimented her. A beautiful change can never receive too much praise, and I had no intention of holding back.
"R-really?!"
Eunha’s face brightened instantly, and a smile spread across her lips.
"Yeah. You're so pretty I almost just stood here staring blankly."
I proceeded to tell her every thought in my head—how much I liked that she decided to get a volume perm, how I was worried I might wear her out by staring too much, and so on.
With every compliment, Eunha couldn't hide her smile. I walked over to her and stroked her cheek, feeling the texture of her hair against my hand.
"……."
Eunha looked up at me silently, then closed her eyes and puckered her lips slightly. I wasn't about to miss a signal like that, so I immediately pressed my lips against hers.
We shared a kiss, slowly feeling each other’s lips. My hand wrapped around Eunha’s waist and gradually slid down, stopping just before I touched her buttocks.
The memory of our first time was intense, but I didn't yet know her specific thoughts on physical affection. Just because a couple has had sex doesn't mean it's okay to touch them anywhere at any time, after all.
As I suppressed my desire and pulled my lips away, Eunha looked up at me while still in my arms.
"Is that not enough?"
Thinking she might want to kiss more, I asked. Eunha blushed and lowered her gaze.
"I, uh… I was wondering if… we weren't going to do it today…."
In that instant, my dick, which hadn't even been in combat mode yet, surged with power. Eunha had noticed me stopping before I touched her backside, and she was disappointed that I hadn't taken the next step.
But it was only 2:00 PM. It had barely been afternoon for long, and having sex while the sun was still high in the sky was a definite "hell yes" in my book.
"Hyah!"
I immediately squeezed Eunha’s buttocks and pulled her close. Startled, Eunha lifted her gaze back to mine.
"Of course we are. Are you okay with it, Eunha?"
It was the final confirmation. Eunha knew exactly what would happen next. The moment she nodded, I pressed my lips to hers again while kneading her supple backside and large breasts.
"Mmm, ah, nngh!"
Eunha, who had been so shy about showing off her new hair just moments ago, clung to me with lewd movements the second the kissing and foreplay began.