Suspicion Toward Her
I immediately dialed that number again.
But only the repetitive mechanical tone answered. No matter how many times I called, no one picked up.
After a few more attempts, it cut off at once, as if I had already been blocked.
An ominous feeling wrapped around my entire body.
I paced the room restlessly. My mind was a tangled mess.
Choi Yujin. The student council president’s older sister. Seduction.
Words whose meanings I could not grasp kept circling through my head.
Why on earth had the body’s original owner tried to seduce the student council president’s older sister?
Just then Chaerin came out after finishing her shower.
“Is something wrong? You don’t look so good.”
I could not bring myself to say a word to her as she asked with such worry.
How was I supposed to explain that a call had come in the middle of the night that seemed connected to the body’s original owner?
Even I had no idea what was what, what to believe and what not to believe.
Did Chaerin even know who Choi Yujin was?
“No, it’s nothing.”
I forced a smile and tried to reassure her.
In the end I barely slept that night.
Even in the brief moments I dozed off, I dreamed I had become a goldfish trapped inside a fishbowl.
Outside the glass, something huge and dangerous that I knew nothing about seemed to be lurking.
The next day arrived, yet there was no further contact. Not a single clue.
Today was a theory-only day with no sex practice, so I spent the entire day alone lying in the Sex Treatment Room, turning last night’s call over and over in my mind.
It really did seem the body’s original owner had some kind of secret. The problem was I had no idea whether it had anything to do with me.
“Haa…”
Should I dig into this? Couldn’t I just keep living as if I knew nothing?
This perfect happiness of being surrounded by the women I loved—something I was feeling for the first time in my life—did I really have to tear it open with my own hands?
Wouldn’t it be fine just to live as a goldfish in a fishbowl?
I fretted alone through lunch and even through my major classes, calling no one. But no matter how hard I thought, no answer came.
After the closing ceremony, as I was about to leave the classroom, Seol noona called out to me.
“Sihyuk, you look especially down today. I don’t know what’s going on… but if you’re having a hard time, want to use my pussy in the Sex Treatment Room? It might help change your mood.”
She whispered softly, looking at me with worried eyes.
“…Should I?”
My head was already about to explode from all the fretting, so I decided to blow off the stress with sex for now.
The moment we entered the Sex Treatment Room I roughly deep-kissed her.
“Ah, chup, Sihyuk, wait… mmph, jjoook, churut, calm down. Haah…♡”
Noona was a little flustered at first, but soon she smiled with that loving, maternal warmth and hugged me tightly.
“Let it all out on me. Touch me and squeeze me as much as you want.”
I laid her on the bed and stripped her clothes with the haste of a man in heat. A few buttons on her blouse even tore free.
When I yanked her black stockings they ripped, revealing the wet panties underneath.
I could not hold back at that lewd sight. I gently rubbed over the fabric with my fingers.
“You’re already this wet.”
“Of course I am when you’re kissing me and touching me…. Hehe.”
I pulled her panties off, shoved my own pants down, and thrust straight in. Her hot, snug pussy welcomed me.
I was being forceful for the first time in a while, yet noona offered not the slightest resistance.
Instead she accepted my cock with sweet, pleased moans.
“Aaang, it’s in…! Pound me hard♡”
Her pussy, which had taken me countless times already, was shaped perfectly to my cock; just being inside felt comfortable.
—Squelch, squelch, squelch!
I pounded her roughly in missionary and began groping her breasts. The more I squeezed, the sweeter the moans that spilled from her lips became.
Every powerful thrust made her walls clamp tightly around me.
As always, it was not long after we started that noona came.
“I-I’m coming… Sihyuk…♡”
She bit her lip and looked up at me with a lewd expression.
—Pyut! Pyupyut!
Climax juices poured out of her in thick streams.
Her insides convulsed while she moaned so cutely that the stimulation around my glans was almost unbearable.
After climaxing two more times in a row she squeezed me hard and reached out, asking to be held.
So I wrapped her tightly in my arms. A woman’s embrace is warm, soft, and good.
Perhaps because I was so impatient, the urge to cum hit far sooner than usual.
“I’m cumming!”
Still holding her, I slammed down from above like a hammer.
—Pangpangpang! Pangpangpang!
“Inside… cum inside…! Fill my womb full with your semen♡”
Noona climaxed with me in a fierce orgasm and cried out.
I shook my hips like a madman and unloaded.
—Byurrrrrrut! Byubyut!
It was an unbelievably good ejaculation. Thick semen must have painted the inside of her womb.
The rough sex cleared a little of the clutter in my head. I did not want to care about anything else.
So I kept going while still holding her tightly.
Just fucking without looking anywhere else made it feel as if we were the only two people in the world.
Whatever conspiracies and traps waited outside, they felt completely irrelevant in that moment.
Because noona accepted me without change, I came inside her three times.
Normally three rounds would have knocked her out cold, but today my cycle had been so fast that she never fainted; she simply held me to the very end.
—Pop!
When I pulled out and lay beside her, noona immediately claimed my arm as a pillow and burrowed into my chest.
She kissed my cheek with a soft smack.
“Today was the best again. I love you♡”
Words as sweet as honey—the kind that make any man melt.
“I love you too, noona.”
Wrapped in each other’s arms, breathing in the scent of the opposite sex, last night’s call began to fade from my mind.
Maybe whatever past the body’s original owner had was none of my business now.
I was only someone who had possessed this body, after all.
I could just keep having sex, build a big family with beautiful wives, and live happily ever after.
That was what I thought. No—that was what I wanted to think.
So after we finished we stayed tangled together like lovers, chatting about nothing and playing with each other’s hands for a while.
When I finally sat up to get dressed and head home, noona hesitated, then spoke.
“I saw the news yesterday. There was something strange.”
“Huh? What news?”
I asked lightly while pulling on my clothes; I rarely paid attention to the news.
“Apparently voice-phishing scams are going around where they say something that makes it sound like they know you when you pick up, get you suspicious, and then drain your money. You be careful too, Sihyuk.”
The moment those words left her mouth my hands froze mid-dressing. Whether she noticed or not, she continued.
“If you ever get a call like that, never believe it—just hang up right away. Got it?”
“…Really? Don’t worry. If it’s voice phishing I’ll hang up immediately.”
I answered as naturally as I could. After finishing dressing I added, as if it were nothing,
“Ah, come to think of it, I got something similar yesterday too. It was just weird talk so I hung up.”
“Whatever it is, never believe it. If you do, your account could get cleaned out.”
“I know. It started saying weird stuff out of nowhere so I just cut it off.”
Something felt wrong. Deeply, terribly wrong. Even with my mind still loose from sex I could tell the situation was horribly off.
But exactly what was wrong had not yet sorted itself out in my head.
I parted from noona and walked home. In front of the main gate, even though it was already past six, Chaerin and Subin were waiting for me.
Both of them already knew I had a deep relationship with Seol noona. They did not seem particularly bothered that their homeroom teacher might become another wife of their husband.
While we walked I brought up the voice-phishing story.
“You guys know about the voice phishing that’s supposed to be trending these days?”
Both of them looked blank.
“I don’t think anything like that was on the news. I watch it almost every day while eating with Mom.”
Subin tilted her head.
The vague unease I had been feeling sharpened into certainty. I was missing something.
Chaerin and Subin quickly forgot the topic and chatted beside me.
“Mom bought sashimi today—let’s eat together. She even got alcohol ready.”
Subin said excitedly.
“Oh, really? Awesome! Sihyuk and I don’t have any plans tonight.”
Chaerin chimed in.
Watching the two of them talk so happily, a thought suddenly struck me.
Of all days, the very next day after receiving a call related to the body’s original owner, noona just happened to mention this voice-phishing thing.
Wasn’t that a little strange?
As if she already knew what kind of call I had gotten last night…
“Huh?”
Something flashed through my mind like a lightning strike.
What if—just what if—noona had known what call I received?
And what if everything she said about voice phishing was a complete lie?
“……”
Even though I tried not to think that way, once the suspicion had cracked open it overpowered the post-sex haze and kept chaining on and on.
Then why did she bring up voice phishing?
Did she say that so I would write last night’s call off as nothing special—just a common scam?
Why would she need me to think last night’s call was nothing special?
Because that call was extremely important. Because it carried information I absolutely must not believe.
When my thoughts reached that point I stopped dead in my tracks without realizing it.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Sihyuk, is something up?”
Subin and Chaerin asked worriedly. I could not answer.
Once again the contents of the note I had found in the old diary, and all the conjectures I had been desperately trying to ignore, rose to the surface of my mind.
It is not something like amnesia. I must remember. I—
I had tried to forget that. I had tried to settle into this happiness and just live. I really had.
Only then did I understand why I had felt so ominous.
Seol noona had almost certainly said the voice-phishing line under someone’s orders.
To make me distrust yesterday’s call.
…Maybe even approaching me in the first place had been planned?
Then how much of what she said could I believe—from where to where?
That tearful confession yesterday that she loved me. Had even that been sincere?
My face went pale. Subin pressed a worried hand to my forehead.
I told her it was nothing, forced my expression back into place, and started walking again.
Then I joined their conversation as if nothing were wrong.
“Then let’s eat sashimi and hang out tonight. What kind did she get?”
“Ah, Mom said she just bought some dageumbari.”
“Dageumbari? Sounds delicious!”
I smiled as I spoke, but my heart felt like it was burning up.
I hoped my suspicions about noona were wrong. Please, let them be wrong.
I hoped the ordinary voice-phishing news was real and she had simply happened to mention it to me today by pure coincidence.
When we reached Subin’s house, her mother Han Danbi greeted us at the front door.
She was still a dazzlingly beautiful blonde. The claim that she looked like Subin’s older sister was no exaggeration at all.
She smiled brightly and told us in that warm, maternal voice to hurry inside, wash our hands, and come eat the sashimi.
That night, without any of us knowing what was about to happen.