How Does It Look?
The study hall was quiet. Only the scratching of pencils and the tap of Jinhui’s chalk filled the classroom.
Next to me, Uchan’s pencil stopped moving. His gaze drifted away from the worksheet, sliding sideways until it landed on the tip of Yejin’s finger. She must have felt it too, because she glanced over, and the moment their eyes met, both of them ducked their heads at the same time.
Uchan’s ears turned bright red as he stared holes into his paper. Yejin pushed her glasses up and began drawing meaningless lines across her notebook.
A sigh slipped out of me.
*Haa…*
What the hell are you two doing?
I wish they’d stop acting like such obvious virgins.
*Ugh…*
At the sound of my sigh, both of them flinched simultaneously. Their backs straightened, and their pencils began moving again in a hurry.
I turned my head forward. Jinhui stood in front of the blackboard, her back to us as she solved an equation. Her fingers holding the chalk flew across the board, writing out the solution. Her explanation was neat and clear.
When she stood in front of students, Jinhui truly transformed. Her posture was straight, her spine perfectly aligned. It was hard to believe she was the same woman who had clung to my neck, panting desperately.
She finished the equation and started to turn, but her arm slipped behind her. Her fingertips tugged at the hem of her skirt, pressing her thighs together. She’d been doing that the entire class, worried that the cum filling her would leak out.
Right then, Jinhui turned around and our eyes met. Her face crumpled instantly. She knew exactly where I’d been looking. She whipped her head away, facing the board again, and I could clearly see the tension in the fingers gripping the chalk.
I shifted my gaze out the window. The afternoon sunlight slanted across the schoolyard.
Jeong Seol-a.
My thoughts drifted there. I had underestimated her. She was completely different from Ayeong or Jinhui. Unlike them, Seol-a had a powerful family backing her—one aiming for the presidential election. She was the kind of woman who had run a full background check on me before we even met.
In a way, she might be the same type of person as me.
And that only made crushing her all the more satisfying.
Still, her family was obsessed with the election. Anything that could interfere with it would inevitably become an obstacle.
“What are you doing?”
The voice from above made me look up. Jinhui was standing in front of my desk, looking down at me. The blackboard had already been erased, and the other students’ seats were empty.
“Are we done?”
At my casual tone, Jinhui quickly scanned the classroom. Even after confirming it was empty, she still hissed under her breath.
“We’re still at school. Don’t speak to me like that.”
“Everyone’s gone already.”
“Still, we have to be careful.”
“Whatever.”
I shrugged and pushed my chair back, standing up.
“Let’s go. I’m hungry.”
“…Alright.”
As Jinhui turned to leave, I grabbed her ass. The firm bounce of it filled my palm even through her skirt.
“Hiiik!”
Her body stiffened with a sharp squeak. She whipped around, eyes wide with shock.
“Why are you shaking your hips like that?”
I grinned. Jinhui clenched her teeth and snapped back.
“It’s your fault, you idiot… It leaked.”
Even while complaining, her voice grew smaller at the end. It was adorable.
“You can just wipe it off.”
“Go out first. I’ll clean up and follow.”
“Why? Can’t I watch?”
“That’s completely different!”
Her face flushed bright red with indignation. During sex she clung to me shamelessly, moaning without restraint, yet now she was panicking over a single trace inside her underwear. The extreme difference between when she was naked and when she was dressed was part of Jinhui’s charm.
“Fine.”
I smiled and stepped out of the classroom. Behind me came the hurried sound of a drawer opening and closing, then the rustle of tissue paper. I leaned against the hallway wall and pulled out my phone, texting Ayeong.
[What do you want for dinner tonight?]
The reply came almost instantly.
[I’ll make whatever you want. Hurry home.]
The warmth in her answer, the way it felt like she’d been waiting just for me, brought a smile to my face.
The classroom door opened and Jinhui emerged. She straightened her skirt, stood beside me, and shot me a quick glare.
“What are you looking at?”
“Nothing.”
We walked down the hallway side by side. After school, the corridors were empty. Only the steady click of Jinhui’s heels echoed. She had been walking half a step behind me, but she gradually matched my pace. Close enough that our arms nearly brushed.
She didn’t want to show it at school, but she clearly wanted to walk right beside me.
As we descended the stairs, I took out my phone again. I glanced at the screen where Seol-a’s number was saved, then put it away. There was no need to rush.
The presidential election clock was ticking much faster on their side.
The moment the front door lock clicked open, rapid footsteps approached from inside. The door swung open before I could even reach for it.
“You’re home?”
It was Ayeong. She quickly untied the apron around her waist, set it aside, and opened her arms to me. As she hugged me, the scent of dinner clung to her body.
The smell of garlic sizzling in oil, the aroma of soup simmering.
It was the smell of a real home.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her. What should have been a light peck lingered a beat longer. It was the kiss of someone who had waited all day just for me.
“…Mmm.”
A short breath escaped between our lips. The corners of Ayeong’s eyes curved gently. Beyond her, I saw Jinhui still standing awkwardly in the entryway, clutching her bag. She clearly didn’t know where to place herself amid the atmosphere flowing between us.
Ayeong met my eyes, then turned and held out her hand to Jinhui.
“Come in.”
“…Yes. Yes…”
Jinhui’s reply came half a beat late. Even after stepping inside, her gaze stayed fixed near the floor. I could see last night’s scene replaying across her flushed cheeks—the three of us tangled together on one bed. Every time she looked at Ayeong, the memory seemed to flash through her mind. Her ears burned crimson.
A mischievous urge rose in me.
“Felt good last night, didn’t it?”
“Haa… W-what are you saying!”
Jinhui’s shoulders jumped. She snapped at me but couldn’t meet my eyes, her gaze darting sideways. Ayeong covered her mouth with her sleeve and laughed softly.
“Let’s eat first.”
Ayeong gently pushed Jinhui’s back, guiding her toward the dining table.
The table was neatly set with side dishes. Steam still rose from the soup, and the rice glistened. Ayeong put her apron back on, placed the stew pot in the center, and sat down.
“So when are you moving your stuff over?”
I asked the moment I picked up my spoon. Jinhui paused mid-bite, swallowed awkwardly, and answered.
“…Um, maybe this weekend?”
“You just need to bring your clothes.”
“Well… that’s true, but…”
Her voice trailed off. She was looking for an escape route. I wasn’t sure if she was afraid of everything being settled at once, or if stepping officially into the home Ayeong had prepared felt too heavy.
“Let’s give her a little more time.”
Ayeong gently interjected from the side.
“Take it slow.”
At those words, the tension drained from Jinhui’s shoulders. She lowered her head slightly and answered in a small voice, “Yes…” All the sharp tone she usually used with me vanished in front of Ayeong.
A thought suddenly occurred to me.
“Should we move to a bigger place?”
“Suddenly?”
Ayeong’s head snapped up.
“We each need our own room. There’s one more person coming.”
The moment the words left my mouth, I shut it.
Ayeong’s spoon stopped moving.
“…The person you were talking to on the phone that time?”
“Yeah.”
Ayeong’s eyes clouded slightly. It wasn’t quite resentment or anger—more like she was swallowing something down.
“See? I told you to tell her in advance.”
Jinhui muttered from the side, shooting me a look.
I placed my hand on Ayeong’s cheek. Her skin was soft.
“No matter what anyone says, you’re first, Ayeong. Don’t worry.”
“Hey, what about me!”
I ignored Jinhui’s protest.
The corners of Ayeong’s mouth slowly lifted. Her eyes curved gently as she laid her hand over mine.
“I know. I just… wanted to hear you say it.”
The shadow that had lingered on her face vanished completely with that bright smile. It was incredibly endearing how one sentence from me could lift her mood so easily.
“Jinhui can be second.”
“Right? I’m second, aren’t I?”
Jinhui asked anxiously, her eyes surprisingly serious. I felt like teasing her.
“Who knows?”
“Hey!”
As Jinhui yelped, Ayeong chuckled beside her.
Dinner ended like that. Ayeong was about to clear the dishes when she paused, biting her lip. I watched the moment her hesitation turned into determination.
“Um… wait just a second.”
“Why?”
“I-I have something to show you.”
Her cheeks flushed as her voice grew tiny. She awkwardly removed her apron, hung it on the back of the chair, met my eyes for a brief second, then looked down again. It was clear she had prepared something for me.
“Something to show me?”
“…Yes.”
She answered softly, then grabbed Jinhui’s arm and pulled her along.
“I bought one for my little sister too.”
“Huh…? M-me?”
“…Just come with me for a bit.”
Her voice was barely audible. She didn’t have the courage to do it alone, so she was dragging Jinhui in with her. Jinhui opened her mouth to protest but swallowed it after seeing Ayeong’s face. She glanced back at me as she was pulled away.
The two of them disappeared into the master bedroom and the door closed.
I sat on the sofa and waited.
Muffled voices occasionally drifted out from inside.
“Um… how do you even wear this?”
“Let’s… let’s wear them together, okay?”
“Eonni, this is a bit…”
“I-I’m wearing this for the first time too…”
Ayeong’s voice trembled softly. She sounded like she was trying to convince Jinhui while reassuring herself.
“…You’re really going to wear it?”
“Because I think Jinho will like it…”
Her mumbling faded. I heard Jinhui sigh deeply. The rustle of fabric. The quiet sound of a zipper. Ayeong’s gentle coaxing.
After a long while, the door finally opened.
Ayeong came out first.
A black negligee swayed lightly above her ankles. A single thin layer of see-through fabric held up by two shoulder straps revealed every curve of her body. Beneath it, she wore matching black lingerie. Lace that only half-covered her breasts, panties that narrowed into a triangle below her waist. All black. Ayeong’s pale skin glowed through the lace.
The boundary between her skin and the black lace was strikingly clear.
Her steps hesitated. She gripped the doorframe with one hand, paused for half a step, then finally moved forward. Her cheeks were flushed all the way to her neck. She hugged one elbow with the opposite arm, lightly covering her chest. Her gaze kept darting to me, dropping to the floor, then rising again.
It was the walk of someone who was embarrassed but desperately wanted to see my reaction. I could picture her standing in front of the mirror again and again, adjusting her outfit, hoping I would look at her, hoping I would like it.
“I… I bought some underwear… How does it look?”
Her voice trembled.
I smiled at the sight of her and gave her a thumbs-up.
The corners of Ayeong’s eyes curved into crescents as a thin breath of relief escaped her. I could see how nervous she had been just to receive that single nod. Her fingers lightly clutched and released the hem of the negligee.
Then she half-turned and reached her arm toward the bedroom.
“Hurry.”
“…I-I don’t want to come out.”
“Jinhui.”
Whether she was afraid of standing there alone or wanted to be praised together after dressing together, either way, she seemed to need to pull Jinhui out to feel confident in her current appearance.
From inside the room came the sound of feet stopping, refusing to move. Ayeong stepped halfway in, grabbed her arm, and pulled her out.
Jinhui was dragged into view.
A natural smile spread across my face at the sight of her stepping timidly over the threshold.
Jinhui’s outfit was made of a lighter, airier material. A soft sky blue. The top was a bra held by two thin straps, while the bottom was a pair of panties whose sides were laced together with strings. The back was held together by only two ribbon knots at her hips. Every slight movement revealed one side of her ass completely. Thin garter straps of the same color ran down the front of her thighs, holding up delicate stockings.
She looked nothing like the teacher who had just finished teaching class.
She kept crossing and uncrossing her arms in front of her chest, unsure what to do with them. Her head stayed down, eyes wandering near the floor. From the tips of her ears to her neck, she was completely red.
She was embarrassed, yet she had still come out wearing this in front of me. She had only put it on because Ayeong said I would like it, pretending she couldn’t refuse.
That reluctant act was Jinhui’s own way of expressing herself.
Heat rose in my lower body.
Ayeong approached me first and knelt. The motion was completely natural. She found her place on her own. When Ayeong grabbed Jinhui’s arm and pulled, Jinhui’s knees buckled as if she had been dragged down.
The two of them knelt side by side before me.
Black and sky blue.
Mature curves and sharp lines.
The contrast was vivid.
Ayeong lifted her head slightly to look at me. Jinhui couldn’t meet my eyes directly and kept stealing glances at Ayeong’s shoulder beside her. She looked like a younger sister preparing to follow exactly what her older sister did.
Ayeong spoke first.
“Um… how does it look?”
Jinhui couldn’t bring herself to speak and only lowered her head deeper.
