You're Acting Weird Today...
The blinding sunlight pried my eyes open of its own accord. My throat was parched, and as I twitched, trying to sit up, every joint in my body screamed in protest. Just how badly had I gotten beaten yesterday?
"Aigoo, my back..."
Still, I somehow hauled my aching body upright and started toward the water. Along the way, a familiar object snagged my gaze, and before I knew it I was cheering, lifting the thing in both hands as if offering it up in worship.
"W-what is this?! Whoa!"
What I held was a smartphone — that beloved little device adored by everyone, young and old, men and women alike.
I'd been wanting one anyway. I just hadn't dared to ask, too wary of her reaction. And somehow she'd read my mind again and prepared this gift.
"...She's got a real knack for this, I'll give her that."
I turned the phone over in my hands and found a note stuck to the back. It read as follows.
I haven't slept a wink thanks to my idiot of an Unni, and I still had to drag myself to work. I wonder if Unni slept well. Knowing what a complete moron you are, you probably slept like a baby without the faintest idea that my insides were burning up. Anyway, that's enough of a greeting. Let's get to the point. If you're reading this letter, that means the phone is already in your hands. Turn it on and video-call me.
A video call. A video call, huh.
I pressed the power button and the screen lit up. But even with the display on, I couldn't find the phone icon I remembered — that little app with the green handset on it.
No phone button. No apps at all, for that matter. The only thing staring back at me was her face, set as the wallpaper.
"Ah, shit... is this a defective unit?"
Thinking it might be a glitch, I mashed the power button on and off, but her face just blinked in and out of existence. Still no phone icon.
I decided to keep reading the letter. No matter how hard I thought about it, I wasn't going to find that button on my own.
"Shit... of all the phones she could've given me, she hands me a lemon..."
There's no lock screen, so just swipe up with your finger. If you got stuck at this part and spent forever fumbling around, you have to tell me. Ahh... just imagining how cute you'd look is driving me insane. Should I masturbate thinking about Unni?
I ignored that last bit and did as she said, roughly swiping up the screen. Her face warped and stretched under my fingertip, and then the real home screen appeared beneath the wallpaper.
"Oh..."
It was oddly fascinating, and at the same time a little embarrassing that I hadn't even managed something this simple on my own. Heat crept into my cheeks.
After that, though, things moved along at a satisfying clip. I tapped the familiar green phone icon, found a single number saved as Master❤️, and hit call. I wasn't entirely sure what it meant, but next to it was something labeled FaceTime, so I tapped that. My own face popped up, and when the other party answered, hers appeared on the screen as well.
And they still say I'm an idiot? Give me a break. I just decoded some alien language from context alone. How does that make me stupid?
She'd been wearing a look of utter boredom — until she saw my face. Then the tedium melted away, her expression blooming open, color and life rushing back into it.
"Hello, Unni~"
"Yeah. Hi."
I was just as glad to see her, so I greeted her brightly. Unlike me, who did absolutely nothing all day — enough to make my conscience sting — she was a busy person.
"From now on, call me the moment you wake up. And whenever I call you, pick up before it rings three times. Unni. You can manage that much, can't you?"
"Yeah. I'll make sure to."
"Good. Unni. I have to go — I'm busy — but give me a kiss before we hang up."
A kiss, huh. Was this how you did it?
I pursed my lips toward what looked like the camera hole and pressed a long, wet mwah against it.
"Thank you. I love you, Unni."
I wanted to say I loved her too — to cheer her on, tell her to work hard — but she really must have been busy, because she hung up on the spot.
"Yeah... do your best..."
I stood there muttering to a phone whose call had already ended. The moment the line went dead, the fact that I was truly alone in this house settled over me. A lonely, desolate feeling — as if I were the only person left on an earth full of people.
"...I miss her..."
I already missed Heejin so much I considered calling her back, but I didn't want to bother her when she was busy. So I turned the phone on again, intending to play around with the gift she'd given me.
I tapped an app labeled Safari — which I roughly guessed was a search app — and was just about to type in the name Kim Heejin, wanting to know more about her, when—
Knock, knock, knock.
Someone started knocking on the front door without a word. I stopped searching and crept toward it, step by careful step.
Had those women who'd threatened to kill me finally come in person? I wanted to ask who it was, but I didn't have that kind of courage. I silenced my footsteps as much as I could and pressed my eye to the tiny peephole.
Knock, knock, knock.
The woman kept knocking in silence. And her identity was—
"H-Heejin?"
It was Heejin. The one I'd been missing so badly.
What was this? Had she not been able to stand missing me either, and left work early? But then why was she just standing there knocking without a word? She should just come in already.
Something felt off, but it didn't seem important enough to dwell on, so I flung the door open without a second thought. The woman standing outside smiled at me, soft and sweet, and gave a little wave.
"Hi~ I missed Unni so much I dropped everything and came running~"
"R-really...?"
"Of course~ Even just-woke-up Unni is pretty~"
"W-what... all of a sudden..."
The barrage of compliments that followed left me unable to think straight. Why was she being so embarrassingly sweet today? It wasn't like her at all — but it felt good, I couldn't deny that, and I couldn't keep the corners of my mouth from lifting.
But had she been wearing white? Up until the video call just now, I was pretty sure she'd been in a black suit.
A faintly uneasy thought crossed my mind, but I pushed it away, telling myself she'd simply changed.
I wanted to make her feel good too. Ours was already a one-sided relationship where I did nothing but receive — shouldn't I give her something in return? What goes around should come around, after all.
I steeled myself and slowly lifted the hem of my skirt. I knew better than anyone that she went crazy for little gestures like this, but embarrassing was still embarrassing.
"Um.... Heejin..."
"Yes, Unni~"
"Will you inspect my pussy...?"
My heart lurched so hard it felt like the world around us had stopped. Even saying it with my own mouth made me want to die of shame, and watching her play dumb as if she had no idea what I meant made my head spin.
Why did she love seeing me embarrassed this much?
"Inspect what? I think I know what a pussy inspection is, but why?"
"We... we agreed you'd check that my hymen was still intact... until we got married..."
I answered her feigned confusion in a voice so quiet it barely crawled out of my throat, but she seemed to have heard me just fine. She was wearing a look of surprise. What was there to be surprised about, all of a sudden?
"...So you've been... doing something fun... behind my back... Jini... hehe."
I'd spoken a little too softly, so now she was getting her revenge, muttering something so quiet I couldn't even make it out. Honestly, she was so petty — maybe it was because she was younger.
"Fine. Got it, so spread your pussy. I'll inspect Unni's hymen for you. Hehe. Ah, that's fucking hilarious."
"...Okay..."
I could feel my face getting redder by the second, but her mood had clearly improved from before, just as I'd planned, so I spread myself open without another word.
Schlick...
An enormous stench slammed into my nose. The aftershock of having roughly wiped my flood-soaked pussy on the blanket yesterday. The already-unpleasant smell of my juices, left to ferment all night inside a warm cunt, was beyond anything I could have imagined.
"W-wait a second...!"
The smell was so viscerally awful that my legs snapped shut on instinct, and my palm clapped over my entire pussy.
"I-I'll shower first. Okay? Heejin, please..."
I was ashamed of my own cheapness, asking for something and then immediately taking it back — but I didn't want her to have to smell something this foul. If she caught a whiff of this, I really might bite my tongue and die.
I stared her down with a look of grim resolve, as if to say that this time, I would not budge.
"I already smelled it, so just spread your pussy. If you don't spread it right now, I won't let you shower for a week, and I'll spend the whole day just sniffing you."
Breaking her stubbornness looked impossible, so I slowly pulled my hand away and spread myself open again. I figured that was enough to show I'd put up a fight.
Schlick...
My inner walls parted with a sound so filthy it was obscene just to hear. Before I knew it she had crouched between my legs, letting out a weird little hehh... of admiration.
"Wow... look at those spiderwebs. Unni, are you a spider?"
"N-no, I'm not..."
"What do you mean you're not. Threads are shooting out of your pussy. If that's not a spider, then what is it? How does a human even spray spider silk?"
She seemed determined to push me to the absolute limit of humiliation today. She kept crowding me, as if demanding I recite yesterday's vow.
"It's a spider~ A wild spider has appeared~"
"I-I'm not a spider, I told you...!"
"Yep~ You're a spider~ The smelliest spider in the whole world~"
The humiliation kept climbing, and I finally couldn't take it anymore. My lips trembled as I forced the words out.
"...I-I'm a sow... n-not a spider... Seohyun is Heejin's... sow...."
".........."
She stared at me with her eyes gone wide, as if she'd never expected me to say something like that.
Why does she keep pretending to be surprised!
A suffocating silence filled the room, for reasons I couldn't name.
Gulp.
And then, all at once, the sound of her swallowing — thick with greed — flooded the hushed room.