Beige and White (4)
I want to steal him. I want to steal him away, to be touched in his place, to be held in his place. …I want to wedge myself between the two of them, clinging together so stickily. What should I even call this excitement? Jealousy? Envy? It feels like something more than that….
…Kleptomania? No, that’s not it either. I don’t know the exact word, but one thing is certain. The sight of Haeun unnie’s face burning with jealousy, stomping her feet in frustration, and Juhyuk oppa’s face—feeling a pang of guilt toward her even as he sinks deeper into my body. I want to see it so badly it drives me crazy.
“Hey, you. There’s gel in the bag, so….”
“Ah…, yes.”
Haeun unnie, her face flushed crimson, ordering me around like that. I want to torment her any way I can. So for now, I’ll do as she says. I’ll wait for the right moment.
….
That face of hers, sneering even while she’s embarrassed. Honestly, I don’t entirely hate it. But it still stings my pride, doesn’t it? Losing doesn’t bother me… or rather, if I have to lose, I want it to be to oppa.
“Juhyuk, just a little…”
“Yeah.”
Haeun unnie gently wraps oppa’s cock with her voluptuous breasts as he sits on the workout equipment near the mirror. She pours a generous amount of the gel I handed her into her cleavage.
Squish, squish.
…She makes all those wet sounds I could never produce.
“…Heh. Hehehe.”
As if his twitching length feels that good, she keeps chuckling and serves him with ridiculous devotion. Like she’s taunting me that I could never do this. Her expression overflows with the confidence that only she can please him like this.
“Why are you laughing?”
“Ah, it’s nothing. …It’s just funny. Pffft….”
I capture it all clearly on my phone—unnie’s face as she now stares straight at me and mocks me openly.
…Ah, seriously. I’ll be honest. It pisses me off. It really annoys me. I definitely didn’t feel this way last time.
“…Keep watching. It suits you.”
Why does every single word from her irritate me so much now? Back then it was pure admiration. The way that attractive woman and attractive man instinctively devoured each other had been so erotic. Even her insults hadn’t felt bad—they’d actually turned me on.
“Right, Juhyuk? …You like this, don’t you?”
“…”
Oppa’s ambiguous expression. And unnie, who no longer even glances at me as she diligently strokes his cock with her breasts.
Why can’t I watch them with the same simple, horny eyes as before?
…Probably because I’ve tasted it myself. Juhyuk oppa’s true feelings.
“Hm? You like it. …My breasts. You love them so much. Ever since I met you my cup size has gone up. It’s H now…”
“Haeun.”
“Yes.”
“…Strip. Stop talking.”
“…”
She’s furious now. That rigid cock with its thick, bulging veins. That powerful, muscular body. Being pinned down by a man like that. …The pleasure of being crushed at his whim.
I know it now. So just watching isn’t enough anymore.
“…Lean against the mirror properly. And don’t scratch it with your nails.”
“…”
He shoves the wildly excited Haeun unnie against the wall so her face is no longer visible on my screen, then wraps his arms around her from behind. Rubbing her slick, mixed-fluid-covered breasts against the mirror, oppa slowly stretches the entrance of the woman who is much smaller than him.
“…Ha…ah……”
Unlike me. As if she’s already used to it. She rises slightly onto her tiptoes, moving skillfully.
“…Ugh, uht… huu……”
Unlike me. Making loud plap, plap sounds. Even as her breasts flatten against the mirror, Haeun unnie only lets out moans free of any pain.
“Hey, Juhyuk…ah…, today you’re… a little… fast…er……♡”
…I’m so envious. I haven’t been able to see him for an entire month because of my schedule. I replayed the record of that first experience dozens of times.
Meanwhile. Unnie must have enjoyed him dozens of times in my place.
That’s just too… “…mean.”
“…Hey. What the hell. You.”
I toss my phone aside. Setting my pride aside, just a little. …I cling tightly to oppa’s broad back as he thrusts into another woman. I wrap my arms around him.
“It’s mean. …You didn’t meet me once in a whole month.”
“Haa, hey…, you fucking…he…ek….”
I ignore unnie, who’s lost her mind, and slip my fingers under oppa’s still-worn t-shirt. Standing fully on my tiptoes, I bite his ear as he leans down slightly. I grope his firm body everywhere, even stroking the slightly protruding sensitive spot.
Stroke, stroke.
Just like when oppa tormented me last time. Just like when I comforted myself alone.
“…Does it feel good? Getting your cock sucked by a younger girl while you fuck unnie—doesn’t that feel good?”
“…”
His movements slow as his focus breaks, but I gently tickle his eardrums while the sound of his hips slamming against her ass grows even louder.
“You said you had time last time but ditched me because you were busy. Do you know how depressed I was? …When you got rejected, I comforted you right away.”
“Hey, hey…, get… lost……♡”
…Even with that slow rolling of his hips. I savor unnie’s helpless words as her womb is pounded senselessly, treating them like dessert.
“…Fucking Haeun unnie while cheating on her with me—doesn’t that feel even better?”
“…Let go.”
“Aww, you like it. …Your waist is trembling, oppa. Just like last time. …You wanted to try a freshly unwrapped idol pussy like mine too, didn’t you?”
Teasing his now rock-hard sensitive spot. At the same time, I rub my own heated nipples. …My far-from-small breasts. I lift my hoodie and press them against oppa’s back.
“…I came without a bra because the clothes are so thick. It would’ve been big trouble if I got caught. …Ah, does this count as getting caught? Hehe… mmp….”
“Ha, ak…, hey, fuck… ah, ak, ang, …o…ok……♥”
By now oppa turns his head, staring at me like he wants to kill me, devour me, and I steal his lips. Wetly.
Plap, plap. Using the wet slapping sounds echoing through the wide gym and unnie’s pitiful moans as background music, I share deep intimacy with oppa for the first time in a month.
…Ah. It’s thrilling. Stealing away what someone else wanted so desperately, right before their eyes.
“…Haa. Haa….”
I don’t know who to thank, but even after filling unnie’s insides completely, his ejaculation seems endless—enough that it drips and drips onto the floor.
“…Pha. …Hehe. I won.”
Only after his climax ends and the plug that had been blocking his cum finally slips out do I release oppa’s mouth, and he releases my tongue.
“Haa…. Ha. Hey. You crazy bitch…, mmp….”
And then. His anger shooting through the roof. This time oppa steals unnie’s already-climaxing mouth and seals it shut.
“Mmp…, pha. Hey. …Mmp, chu…mmp….”
…What a luxurious man. Kissing a twenty-year-old famous idol with a great body and petite frame like me, then immediately kissing a same-age, big-breasted, obedient woman.
If I were a man, I would have been insanely jealous. …But since I’m a woman, I just want to possess him. No. More precisely.
“Phaaa…, haa. …Hey.”
“…Suck it.”
“Hey, Kang Juhyuk…!”
“Not you. …I told you to suck it. You.”
“…Yes.”
…I just want to be owned. I just want to become his.
“Hey, Kang Juhyuk…! Are you insane…?”
“Don’t you want to kiss?”
“…”
“…Stick out your tongue. Seo Haeun.”
Kneeling on the not-very-soft mat. With the glans—still glossy from just finishing ejaculation—in her mouth.
“Yes…, chuup…, he…e, mmp….”
…The sticky sound of tongues intertwining. The sound of my saliva mixing with both of their fluids. Dirty. Utterly impure. Sacred yet not sacred. …A space filled with nothing but pleasure.
“Yes, ugh, uht… ugh……”
Her hair, which she spent so much money maintaining, is grabbed roughly. Instead of the smile she practiced every day, her lips are spread open stupidly. With the tongue that barely learned to sing properly while being cursed at, she devotedly licks the cock of a man who just came inside another woman.
…Without any blackmail or force. Solely for her own arousal.
“…Pha. Haa….”
With the sound of her tongue dropping, oppa’s hand yanks her hair at the same time, forcing her to spit out the cock she’d been holding.
…When I show him the filthy load collected on my tongue, oppa thinks for a moment, then points at the floor and tells me to spit it out. So I… spat it with a wet “ptoo” onto Haeun unnie’s toes.
“…Hey.”
“Why? …Most of it is unnie’s anyway. Or do you think oppa’s is dirty?”
I look up at unnie, who glares down at me coldly, and this time I’m the one sneering.
“Oppa will cherish unnie anyway. Why are you so angry? …Are you anxious, by any chance?”
“Hey…!”
“It’s true, unnie. Oppa really likes you…. Between me and oppa, we’re just friends. …A slightly naughty kind of friend. …I’m not a pet like you, you know?”
Rubbing my face against his cleanly washed yet still rigidly standing cock, and against the balls that remain swollen even after that massive load, I mock Haeun unnie to my heart’s content.
…I’m sorry, unnie. But. Isn’t it your fault for enjoying this all by yourself while I was busy…?
…And.
….
For standing me up once, for not coming to find me when I said I was busy, for only taking my virginity and then playing only with unnie—oppa is bad too.
…I wanted to try it once in the waiting room or the bathroom.
“Anyway, since unnie said she wanted to do that, I’ll let you. …Do your best.”
“…What are you talking about?”
“You said you wanted to sit on top of me and kiss oppa, right? …Go ahead. I’ll lie still.”
“…”
“I’ll be getting fucked hard just like you were earlier, so kiss him with everything you’ve got. …But. If less cum comes out than what you got… it means oppa liked my kiss better, right?”
“…What?”
“Why? …Can’t unnie make oppa horny with a kiss? …When I kissed him earlier, oppa’s nipples got rock hard.”
“…”
…So. Even if I pull these naughty little pranks. Juhyuk oppa will understand, right?
“…Lie down.”
“…Yes.”
…Hehe. As expected. Not only does he understand—he’s so excited that veins are popping on his forehead. Just like me, oppa.
…It’s been so long. Please. …Fuck me as much as you want.