Why Not Me?

Why wasn't she doing it with me? It wasn't just Im Haeun who thought she needed to hold back. Shin Soye felt the same way.

"I squeezed him too hard over the weekend."

Soye lightly touched her stomach. The amount of Lee Sejin's semen poured into her over those three days—and the number of times—had already surpassed any normal person's limits by several times. And she'd dumped a similar load into Park Minji too...

'I was being petty for no reason.'

Before the Polynesian sex ritual, she'd been sulking with Sejin. That spite had made her wring him out even more thoroughly over the weekend. Sure, Sejin had ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠loved every second of it, but that didn't ease Soye's guilt.

'Ugh... I'm really sorry, Sejin...'

Thankfully, the doctor had run all the checks, and her body seemed fine. Maybe it was the food and meds she usually prepared at home, or Sejin's insane natural stamina—or both.

'I need to grab some stuff from "Teacher" when I get home.'

The family doctor at home could prescribe exactly what Sejin needed and even boost his stamina and virility further.

'Gotta take good care of him, thoroughly.'

With that resolve, Soye drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning, after bringing the girls to work, I noticed Im Haeun acting different. She still snapped at me like always, but I caught her glancing at me constantly, checking in.

Was she worried I'd collapse again? She even brought me water and supplements without being asked.

'No choker today.'

Yesterday she'd worn it to signal she wanted to play, but today? Nothing. Still, the subtle touches on my body suggested she did want to... She must've seen me pass out and decided to hold back.

It was so un-Haeun-like, it was kinda cute.

Soye, competing with her, fussed over me too, with little touches. Nothing overt—just linking arms when no one ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was looking or stroking my hair. More caretaking than sexual teasing.

I realized anew just how lucky I was.

And Minji...

"O-Oppa... a-are you... f-feeling okay...?"

In the training room, I'd popped in to check on Minji's extra practice. She spotted me and asked right away.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Told you a million times."

I chuckled and ruffled her hair. Girls usually hate that, but Haeun and Minji both seemed to love it from me.

"Ehehe... Good..."

Minji grinned like a puppy, leaning into my hand.

"How's your lesson going?"

"......"

But she froze at my follow-up, looking away.

"...Let's work hard."

"Y-Yes..."

She was working hard, so I couldn't push. She'd even lost a bit of weight lately.

"You didn't gain any after the weekend? You went wild without holding back."

"A-Actually... I lost a little. 1kg..."

"1kg?"

"Y-Yeah... We moved a lot..."

1kg in just three days? Impressive. Well, we'd burned more calories than we'd taken in.

"Mm... Oppa..."

Minji, soaking up my touch, suddenly pressed against me and started sniffing my scent.

"Sniff sniff..."

Her smell hit me too. Even after a weekend of it, Minji's addictive body odor still invigorated me like a drug.

"O-Oppa..."

She looked up cautiously.

'Sorry, but I need a three-day break.'

I was about to say it—someone had to draw the line—when:

"C-Can I... k-kiss you...?"

"Kiss?"

"Y-Yeah... Since you're tired... j-just a kiss... I w-won't ask for more..."

"That much is fine."

Anything short of draining my balls was okay. She stood on tiptoes, and I locked the door behind me, then knelt to match her height.

Mwah.

Our lips met softly. She was getting good at it—sucking my lip gently into a tender kiss.

"Ngh..."

But she wobbled, dropping back down.

"Awkward angle, huh? Wanna sit?"

"Y-Yeah..."

Her breathing was getting heavy. I moved to a spot hidden if the door opened, leaned against the wall, and sat. Minji climbed onto my lap, hugging tight. I hugged back, and she pressed her lips to mine.

Slurp...

This time with tongue. Her little one invaded, chasing and sucking mine eagerly. Her fresh sweat from practice filled the air, mixing with her saliva. Inside and out, I was drowning in Minji.

"Heh... haa... s-so good... so..."

Just a short kiss, and her eyes were glazing over. Ever since her first kiss last time, she'd been nonstop with them all weekend. They satisfied her big-time.

"Hng..."

But not fully, so it left her craving more. Post-kiss, she ground her crotch against my thigh, then dove back in to distract herself. Her tongue explored my mouth wildly—roof, under my tongue, everywhere secret.

That's when it happened.

"What the actual fuck..."

"Huh?"

"Eek!?"

A familiar voice crashed over us. We whipped around—Im Haeun was there, watching from the shadowy wall corner.

"W-What? When did you get here? Door was locked!"

"Been here the whole time?"

She grimaced in disgust.

"Y-You were?"

"She was!?"

"Yeah. You were focused, so I watched quietly..."

"Say something if you're there."

"No, you two were all 'kiss kiss' before I could even—Minji just bolted over and started smooching."

I'd assumed we were alone since she jumped me so fast. Good thing it was just Haeun.

"Be more careful next time, Minji. For both our sakes. That was close."

"Y-Yeah..."

"The guy who checks everything when it's me can't even look around for her."

"Hm..."

Affection bias, maybe.

"Tch, was gonna check your dance... whatever, I'm out."

"No, stay. Minji needs the help."

"......"

Haeun scowled at that. She eyed us, sighed.

"...Fine. Minji, that step you were practicing—start there."

"Y-Yes, unnie...!"

Minji scrambled up and dashed to her. I slipped out.

"I'll... come back later."

"Sure~"

Hearing Haeun's gruff reply, I headed out.

'Gotta be way more careful. Almost fucked up bad. No more at the company, period.'

A bit late for that resolution.

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A few minutes after Sejin left.

After more step practice and a break, Im Haeun watched Park Minji sip water, then spoke up.

"H-Hey, Minji."

"Yes?"

"That... um..."

Uncharacteristically hesitant. After fumbling, she finally continued.

"You... when did ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you and Sejin... start kissing...?"

Seeing them kiss had stirred something weird in Haeun. She knew they'd done everything, but this was her first time witnessing it. That expression, the tone, the vibe... That sultry, familiar kiss—what was it?

"L-Last... weekend..."

Minji blushed.

Haeun nodded, curiosity bubbling.

"You... never had a boyfriend, right?"

"N-No... Not even friends back then..."

"So that—your first kiss was with him?"

Minji nodded, face redder.

"You... okay with that?"

"Y-Yes... 'Cause it's oppa... I wanted to with him..."

Haeun couldn't press further. First kiss with a fuckbuddy felt off, but Minji wanted it—who was she to judge? Hell, they were already banging; quibbling over a kiss was silly.

"......"

"W-Why, unnie...?"

"...Nothing."

But one question lingered.

'Why not me? Why doesn't he do it with me?'

Sejin had trained her like a dog, made her do everything. Took her virginity, even no-condom creampies—okay, not inside, but still. So why no kiss?

He'd kissed Minji fine just now—not because of Soye, clearly.

Why her and not me?

"Unnie...? What's wrong... you got quiet..."

Minji's worried voice snapped her out. Haeun snapped back irritably.

"B-Break's over! Back to practice! Nail turns and ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bounce today, or no going home."

"Ehh??"

"No 'ehh'—get ready!"