Sexual Praise Is Also Praise
"No, I don't."
"Have you ever had one?"
"Nope."
"Confessions?"
"N…ope."
"So you're the type who just enjoys it and then goes your separate ways?"
"No, I'm telling you, I've never had anything with a girl at all."
Yuki had apparently decided to tear my heart to shreds instead of using violence.
A few questions and this much damage.
She's definitely not normal.
"Hmm."
Yuki smiled faintly at my answer.
Then she placed her hands on the floor and took one step, then another.
Since I'd been kicked in the shin by Seo Jiyoung and knocked down, I had no choice but to look up at her from below.
"So this is your first time too~?"
"F-first time what?"
"Exercising with a girl, touching her like this?"
"No, that was just for treatment…"
"Aha. Treatment."
It would've been better if I were actually hypnotized right now.
Then I wouldn't have to think about what Yuki meant by any of this.
But I was completely clear-headed, and she knew it too.
And my mental database was basically zero when it came to understanding the curveballs girls threw.
In short, I had no idea what she was thinking.
"Aaah, my arm hurts though……"
"……"
"I wish someone would treat it for me~"
She didn't even bother pretending to act.
And she was clearly smiling while looking straight at me.
"Can't you touch it for me too?"
"……Well."
"Or do you have something going on with Jiyoung unnie? Not fake, but real?"
"N-no way."
"Then do it for Yuki too~"
Yuki pouted her lips and reached out her hand.
She's not actually going to tell the landlady that I touched her, right?
Even if she did, the landlady would believe me.
So let's think positively.
I'm not being blackmailed into this. I'm doing it because I want to touch her.
"……"
"Hmm, your hands are so rough, oppa. I heard guys who do it a lot get calluses here."
"…That's sexual harassment."
"Sexual praise is still praise!"
Yeah, I'm done talking.
Press, press.
She really did feel elastic the moment my hand touched her skin, probably because she exercised.
Would her chest feel the same?
I preferred breasts that were soft and squishy like milk rather than firm and elastic. No, wait, shit.
This really made it seem like I was actually groping her.
"Maybe it's because you're a guy, but your grip strength is different. My Pilates instructor's hands feel nice too, though."
"If you asked the guys at the gym, they'd all come running. Ask them."
"Eeeh, how could I do something so embarrassing?"
"…?"
Then what the hell am I, you little—
Don't tell me if a guy's not handsome, he doesn't even count as a man?
I'm just a walking muscle massager?
"The gym I go to is women-only anyway…"
"……"
"You don't believe me, do you? Your face looks exactly like Jiyoung unnie's. I only wear this because my muscles show, but she keeps saying I'm spreading my legs for guys."
"She… said that much?"
That Seo Jiyoung bastard, seriously.
I told her to fix that mouth of hers.
"Yeah. She was drunk when she said it, and she apologized later, so it's fine now."
"…Sorry."
"Huh? Why are you apologizing, oppa?"
"No, for what she said to you earlier."
"Eeh…? It's not like that. You were really cool, oppa. That's why I fell for you at first sight and asked you to touch me."
"……?"
Fell for me, my ass.
I know this game from high school.
They act like they want to date you, then laugh and say it was just a joke to humiliate you.
If I get all excited here, she'll definitely mock me for believing it.
If she's serious, she should just hypnotize me and say it.
"Ah, right."
"…Do you not like Yuki? Do you hate girls who dress like this?"
"It's not about the clothes. How am I supposed to believe you when you say you fell for me without even knowing what kind of person I am? Just like how judging someone by their clothes is wrong, doing this after hearing one thing I said is the same."
"I see……"
Phew, nice counter.
Of course, that was all bullshit. If it were a pretty girl, I'd probably run at her yelling 'pussy yay~'.
But as a certified loser, I refuse to lose an argument.
Look at that genuinely sulky face.
How badly does she want to mess with me that she's even acting like this?
At this rate, I thought I could escape the blonde gyaru's clutches.
But Yuki wasn't as easy to handle as I thought.
"Then how about being partners?"
"Huh?"
"Even if lovey-dovey stuff is off the table like you said, we can still be partners, right?"
"Hey, what kind of crazy—"
"Then you can do it with Jiyoung unnie?"
What.
A chill ran down my spine at the sudden mention of her name.
Did she know?
Did Jiyoung tell her?
No, Jiyoung would never do that.
Then does she know about the hypnosis too?
Of course, since I'm the victim, getting caught wouldn't be the end of the world.
"The soundproofing between upstairs and downstairs is pretty bad, oppa. You should've been more careful."
"……"
So that's it.
Looking at the layout, Yuki's room was right below Jiyoung's on the second floor.
And apparently there was no soundproofing between floors.
So, yeah.
I'm fucked.
"Yuki. So, first of all, we're not in that kind of relationship……"
"Eh? Then you can take off your clothes and touch each other's chests as friends? Friendship boob touching?"
"That's…"
"The landlady clearly said no dating……"
"……"
It would've been better if I actually was dating Jiyoung.
The landlady would be disappointed, but getting kicked out wouldn't kill me.
But I was hypnotized.
The moment I admit it, I'm trapped.
If this gets to Jiyoung's ears, she might actually kill me physically.
"…What do you want me to do?"
"Eung, this makes it seem like Yuki's blackmailing you~ I just feel happy that my unnie who always played alone found a good guy…"
At least Yuki didn't seem to know about the hypnosis app.
If she did, she'd have turned me into her slave by now.
A sad slave, not a fun one.
[Ha Seungchul is to immediately prepare 13 million won in clean cash], or something like that.
"How far did you go?"
"Huh?"
"How far did you go with Jiyoung unnie?"
Why are you asking that?
Her eyes were burning. It was a little scary.
Does she actually like me? Is she jealous right now?
No, that's impossible.
How could a blonde gyaru virgin with huge breasts and yandere tendencies even exist?
It was more believable that she was blackmailing me to use me as a living dildo.
And honestly, that seemed more likely.
"We didn't do much. She just took off her clothes… and I masturbated in front of her."
"Aha……. So you're still a virgin, oppa?"
"Yeah."
"Good, good. There's still something left for Yuki to take~"
That didn't apply to me at all, but people who liked exercise tended to be especially competitive.
Like the uncle who suddenly started glancing at me and increasing his bench press reps.
Or the woman who challenged me to a bet where the loser buys dinner.
Of course, I turned that one down.
I'd brought chicken breast in my bag.
Anyway, Yuki seemed to have activated that same competitive spirit.
The way she said 'take' made it obvious.
"Take… what?"
"You showed her your chest even though you're not in that kind of relationship. You can lend it to me even if we're not in that kind of relationship either."
"L-lend what…"
"This."
Tap, tap.
Even in this tense moment, my dick was responding dutifully.
Just from a single finger touch from a girl. Well, not 'just'.
Honestly, I'd already started getting a little hard when I saw Yuki's chest from below earlier.
What a ridiculously healthy bastard.
"I'll call you later, so don't lose your virginity before then, okay? Honestly, I want to get fucked today, but Yuki's on her period right now."
"Why period…?"
"Agh, I mean I'm on my period."
"Ah, r-right."
"Hehe. You really are a virgin, huh."
At this point, I was starting to get confused.
Did Yuki actually want to have sex with me?
But all three girls in this share house wanting my dick was way too much of a fantasy.
Honestly, it was harder to believe than the hypnosis app existing.
"Anyway, remember this! Yuki's going to do it with you before Jiyoung unnie does."
Whether that happened or not, Yuki made her declaration and left, saying she had to go to Pilates since she had time.
What the hell.
Girls' hearts are too complicated.
But there was one thing I was sure of.
Seo Jiyoung needed to get hit.
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"What?"
"I just feel like beating the shit out of you."
"What the hell……"
Seo Jiyoung was already in her usual panties, fiddling with her phone.
Seeing that pathetic sight drained all my energy.
I also remembered that her wrist hurt.
If I could punish her with my dick instead of my fist, I wouldn't have to think so hard.
"Move inside. I need to sit."
"What now. If you're just gonna nag, get out. I already booked the surgery date."
As she spoke, Jiyoung shoved her calendar app showing the schedule in front of me.
She gets mad at me but still listens.
Well, she has to take care of her own body.
"Got it. Get the surgery done well."
"……"
"……?"
"That's it?"
"What."
"A-are you not gonna praise me?"
Praise, my ass.
Because of her, I got blackmailed by Yuki into having my cum sucked out—wait.
Blackmail… not really.
My head was blaring sirens asking if this was right, but my dick was crying tears of joy that it finally had a chance too.
But either way, there was no reason to praise Jiyoung right now.
Why would I say nice things like she's pretty—
[Ha Seungchul is to immediately hug me and praise me a lot.]
No, this crazy bitch.
Her triumphant expression as she shoved the hypnosis app in my face was just absurd.
It was so ridiculous that I didn't even feel the hypnosis trying to take hold.
She wanted praise that badly?
Even if writers and mental illness come as a set, this was too much.
"……"
"What are you doing. Hug me."
"……Fine."
When I slightly opened one arm, she came into my embrace on her own.
Now what, do I have to pat her head and say 'good job' too?
But I didn't really want to.
My head was a mess from the situation I couldn't understand, and Jiyoung hadn't done anything cute enough to make me want to be affectionate.
Of course, I wasn't planning to disobey the command either.
Interpretation is my freedom, right?
I wrapped one hand around Jiyoung's waist and reached the other hand downward.
"Hey. You, what the hell are you—?!"
"I'll praise your pussy a lot, Jiyoung."
Someone said sexual praise is still praise.
If not, whatever.