No Way That Could Happen (2)
"Hehe. I like everything, oppa."
"Yeah?"
Even as the woman laid on the charm thick, Hyeonwoo oppa stayed ice-cold. He even snorted in mockery.
"Not today. She's just a friend of a friend."
"Oh! So she's not? Just the two of us today?"
Hyeonwoo oppa and the woman suddenly both turned to look at me after exchanging those cryptic words. An intense discomfort washed over me.
"Uh… I should get going! I was just about to leave anyway…"
"Sorry, Seoyeoni. She showed up early."
"No, it's fine. Then… I'll head out!"
"Yeah. Let's talk later."
Hyeonwoo oppa greeted me in that gentle voice again, and the woman shot me a glare.
"Oppa, she's really just a friend, right?"
"Hey. Don't say useless shit. You're crossing the line again."
"No…! I was just curious… I'm sorry."
The woman flinched and snuggled up to Hyeonwoo oppa, trying to smooth things over with aegyo. The atmosphere had turned a bit scary, so I was just watching awkwardly when she started stroking his crotch lightly.
I whipped my head away in shock. It felt like she was doing it on purpose, like she wanted me to see.
My face burned hot.
"I'm sorry, oppa. I won't cross the line."
"Go wash up."
Hyeonwoo oppa was weird too. Still cold, but accepting it like it was natural.
"I obviously showered before coming to see you, oppa!"
"Shower properly again."
Was she really his girlfriend…? No matter how I looked at it, that didn't feel right.
"Tch. I said I showered… Should we shower together then?"
Now I really had to go. This wasn't my place anymore.
"Oppa, I'm leaving…!"
"Ah, yeah. Be careful."
Hyeonwoo oppa and the woman disappeared into the bathroom. I even caught a glimpse of her slutty panties at the end. Wearing a skirt that short without even any shorts underneath. What the hell was their relationship?
Soon, the sound of the shower started. Knowing I hadn't left yet, and they were already…
"Haa…"
What a weird day. Netorare this, netorare that—stupid nonsense—and now Hyeonwoo oppa and that woman getting it on… Were they really showering together? With me still here, stripping naked?
I fought back my curiosity and turned for the door. That's when I heard something from the bathroom that wasn't just water.
"Haaangh, oppa…!"
My hand froze on the doorknob. That was… a moan, right…?
"Haahk… Ungh, hngh, eurgh!"
So lewd… No, so utterly obscene. Was that really coming from that woman just now? Her voice had been all cute and aegyo-filled… But now it was melted away, like she was wailing in agony.
"Eungh… Eurgh, oppa… Ungh! Hngh…!"
My mood turned all strange, so strange. Hyeonwoo oppa and the woman were doing that in the bathroom. The quiet room filled with her agonized moans.
What the hell were they doing to make sounds like that…? It didn't feel like they were leaking out from pleasure—it was like she was going insane, couldn't hold it back anymore, exploding out uncontrollably.
A prurient curiosity bubbled up. Was it that good? Good enough to make moans burst out like that? I wondered what position they were in. Standing while showering? Not lying down, maybe gripping the sink? Or sitting on the toilet?
Before I knew it, I was picturing Hyeonwoo oppa and the woman.
"…"
Ha, what the hell was I doing…? The longer I eavesdropped, the weirder I felt. I wanted to hear a bit more, but I had to leave before they caught me.
"Oppa, oppa! Should we shower together?"
"Together?"
"Yeah! Let's shower together~ Shower shower~"
It felt kinda copied, but it seemed super lewd, so I decided to try. If I rubbed him all over like this, oppa would definitely like it, right? I'd even prepared a little event for today.
"You'll do it, right? Then I'm stripping~?"
"What? Whoa…"
"Hehe. What do you think? Kinda embarrassing though…"
Sexy panties and bra I'd bought new for oppa. The smallest, thinnest, most see-through ones I'd ever tried. This wasn't just copying—I'd planned to wear them anyway, thinking oppa might like them.
"What…? New ones?"
"Yeah! Bought them recently! Pretty?"
"Pretty doesn't even cover it…?"
I peeked down there, and it was slightly plumped up. Embarrassing, but it seemed effective—I felt proud.
"I'll undress you, oppa~"
I smiled and tugged him gently, and oppa flinched. Felt like a good sign. Today, oppa seemed like he'd rise to the occasion. Get hard, go all the way, and I'd match him.
"…Ah! So cute…!"
I'd braced for it to spring up hard and bulging… but it was just softly puffed, dangling cutely. Disappointment flooded me, but I snapped my expression back quick.
Were the undies a miss…? Well, whatever… The undies were a slight fail, but the shower would be different. With slippery foam, rubbing him all nice and hard, he'd definitely perk up.
Brimming with anticipation, I stepped into the shower stall with oppa. Lathered up body wash. Rubbed his chest, arms, belly, ass, between his legs—teasing, caressing.
This got a reaction, sure enough. Keep rubbing, and the soft thing swelled bit by bit, hardening. My mood turned prurient too.
My hand felt something rigid. Sliding all over oppa's slick body, brushing here and there—small moans slipped out.
Even lewder and better than I'd imagined. Great— if oppa went for it now, I'd definitely… Letting out lewd, obscene noises and getting embarrassed could come later. For now, I wanted to try it like that.
It'd always been amazing so far, but still, I wanted to feel it at least once.
"Oppa, how's it feel? Good?"
"Yeah… This is good."
"Right? How about this?"
"Eungh. Good…"
I slathered foam on the smooth tip and stroked, and oppa twitched. This was plenty. Oppa was ready, and I'd been ready ages ago.
"Then… should we?"
"Huh?"
"You know… right here? I wanna do it."
The hardness throbbed. Oppa seemed a bit surprised, gone quiet, but into it.
How should we…? Probably me facing the wall, oppa from behind… The lewd fantasy heated my body more.
"Like this… do me…"
"Haa, Seoyeoni."
Oppa’s sigh-like moan sounded so good. A bit embarrassed at being so forward, but this felt nice too.
"Hngh…!"
Something hard wedged into me. Slid in slickly, filling me up, then stopped. The good sensation oppa first taught me spread through my body.
"Haa… Oppa…"
Oppa gripped my ass and started thrusting. Flesh slapped, pushing deep with a squelch, pulling out with lewd sounds. First time doing it somewhere other than bed, me and oppa.
"Haang… Hngh, haa…"
Felt good, sure… Exciting, happy, pleasurable—but no huge difference. Not like going insane, unbearable. Was that woman just the type to moan dramatically? Well, everyone's moans are different, probably. I'd been silly to wonder. We all sound kinda similar anyway.
I shoved the useless thoughts aside, focusing on the pleasure oppa was giving me.
"Eungh. Ah…"
Oppa, thrusting so nicely, suddenly hesitated. An uneasy groan came too. Sure enough, the hardness started softening inside me.
I instinctively clenched to hold it. "Ungh…"
Trying to grip just pushed it out instead. I turned to check—yep, shrunken.
Frustration and disappointment I couldn't hide surged up. Expectations high, crash hard.
"O-Oppa…"
"No… Not again…"
Oppa stared down at his crotch, forlorn. Wearing the face I hated most. Self-esteem in the gutter, no confidence, just misery… Had to be uncomfortable somewhere. First time not in bed. I just take it, but oppa has to perform.
Yeah… definitely.
"…"
I knew it all in my head, understood completely—but controlling my face was hard. Oppa struggling, and me making it worse? No… but every time he did this, it hurt so much.
Tears welled; I buried my face in his crotch quick.
"L-Later again? I'll use my mouth…!"
"Sorry…"
"Why sorry, oppa~ I love using my mouth!"
Oppa covered his eyes with his forearm. I pretended not to notice, soothingly licked his soft spot. Covered in what I'd leaked.
I'd felt so good, so why for oppa…? Sexy undies a flop? This too? But it'd been fine for a while. Holding me tight, calling me pretty—then suddenly always like this. Exactly since I acted up that day. No, more precisely, since I said no more Hyeonwoo oppa…
"…"
Oppa still hid his eyes. I licked, sucked hard—but no reaction here either. No other ideas now. Sexy undies, events, new spots—all useless. Best was gym time, but gym now… Ah… Hyeonwoo oppa's words popped up. Said it'd turn oppa on, called him weird. Didn't wanna believe, didn't wanna do it—but now, grasping at straws.
I cupped the shrunken softness, looked up at oppa.
"Oppa, you know… I'm thinking of gym again."
"Gym…? You already do."
Oppa, slumped, flinched in surprise, uncovered his eyes, looked down. A strange hope in his voice.
"No… With Hyeonwoo oppa again."
"With Hyeonwoo?"
"Yeah, what do you think…?"
Amazing reaction. No matter rubbing, sucking, licking—nothing. One sentence, and it swelled bit by bit.
"I'm good with it…! No, you said working out with Hyeonwoo motivates you."
"Mhm… And… maybe every day now. Three times a week feels too little."
"So every day with Hyeonwoo?"
"Probably…?"
I nodded, voice shaky—oppa's face flushed red. And here… like when I gymmed hard. No, like when with Hyeonwoo oppa. Big, hard. Not softening—felt like he could go twice.
His unbelievable reaction blanked my mind.
"Th-That sounds good!"
"You're okay with it…? Me with Hyeonwoo oppa like that?"
"Of course! Hyeonwoo's a good guy. Remember? He left and slept separately so you wouldn't be uncomfortable."
"…"
No way, I tried denying—but felt it so clear in his hand, face, voice. Was Hyeonwoo oppa right? That netorare thing…? Then what about me… What should I do…?