Two Bitches (2)
"What are you doing just standing there? Come on in."
I stood there in a daze before following Minjeong unnie inside. Hyeonwoo oppa was nowhere in sight.
"...Where's oppa?"
"He'll be here soon."
"Ah... then what about unnie...?"
"Me? What about me?"
Minjeong unnie crossed her legs with a sultry air about her. No matter how I looked at it, she didn't seem like she was just going to leave. I hadn't heard anything from oppa about Minjeong unnie—what the hell was going on? Were they going to hang out together? Until tomorrow, even? Then what would happen...? No way, the three of us...?
"You've changed a bit, haven't you?"
"Huh?"
Minjeong unnie glanced at the dress I was wearing. I quickly clasped my hands between my legs and tugged down the hem. I'd noticed she was wearing something like this today too... but now that I looked closer, my skirt wasn't much different from hers.
"You've done it with Hyeonwoo oppa, right?"
"Ah..."
"Jeez, you don't look the type, but you sure get it done."
She snorted at me like I was pathetic.
"What about your boyfriend? Did you break up?"
"..."
"Whoa, so you're cheating then?"
"Huh? N-no, it's not like that!"
Cheating? That was ridiculous. I waved my hands in panic, and unnie chuckled.
"Whatever~ I'm not judging."
She seemed to have the wrong idea, but it was hard to explain. I just hung my head and fidgeted with my fingers.
"Ha, so it's a threesome? Oppa is too much. Calls us after so long."
"Huh...?"
"Anyway, did you wash your pussy? Oppa will be here any minute—go clean up quick."
Her unexpected words froze me solid. She patted her ass casually, saying it like it was no big deal. I stared up at Minjeong unnie like an idiot.
"What? I said go wash up."
"Ah, no, I..."
"I hate pussy smell. Please don't even try telling me it doesn't stink."
"Ah..."
"If you wanna see me puke, then don't. Actually, nah—go wash anyway."
My mind went completely blank. Minjeong unnie showing up out of nowhere, saying all this weird stuff...
"God, you're hopeless. I said oppas coming soon."
"Ah, y-yes...!"
I stumbled into the bathroom in a fluster. My prettied-up reflection stared back from the mirror—the look I'd done up for oppa. I dazedly stared at it before squatting down to wash, since that's what I had to do. I slipped off my panties and turned on the shower. This felt so weird. I had no clue what was happening.
"Ta-da! Oppa~ What do you think? Pretty Minjeong's special event!"
The door opened, and Minjeong unnie threw herself at him with full aegyo. I knelt beside her, not knowing what to do. Our eyes met oppas, but I couldn't even greet him properly.
"Seoyeoni got here early, huh?"
"Ah, y-yes...!"
"Tch, oppa! Acknowledge me too~"
She whined but neatly arranged oppas shoes as he took them off. Hyeonwoo oppa didn't even glance at her, like it was the most natural thing. He kept ignoring her, making me feel awkward by proxy.
"It's been a while. You doing okay?"
"Ah... Y-yeah, I've been fine..."
"Cute outfit. The one you bought last time?"
"Yeah, with oppa that time..."
"Looks good on you."
Oppa stroked my hair, his gaze trailing from my head down to my thighs. I flinched under the weight of it. It was already short, and now it had ridden up even more. I thought about tugging it down but just clenched my fists instead.
"But you just got here, right? Seoyeoni isn't ready yet?"
"Huh? R-ready...?"
I panicked. It was the exact same thing Minjeong unnie had said earlier. She'd handed me the dog collar right after I came out of the bathroom. She'd already put hers on before I even emerged. With the collar on, she'd stripped off all her underwear right in front of me, calling it "getting ready." I'd been too flustered to do anything. Of course, I hadn't taken the collar or undressed. She'd just brushed it off like "do whatever," but... I hadn't expected oppa to say "ready" too.
"I, um..."
"Haha, it's fine. Don't worry about it."
Oppa flashed that handsome smile. I had no idea what it meant—or what I wasn't supposed to worry about.
"Oppa! I'm ready~!"
Minjeong unnie, who'd finished with the shoes, dropped to her knees and looked up at him. She even pressed her huge tits together like she was begging for attention. But Hyeonwoo oppa seemed uninterested, sighing as he ran a hand through his hair.
"Ha, you..."
His voice turned icy as he looked away from me. It wasn't even directed at me, but it still made me shiver.
"If you're gonna act like a bitch, do it right."
"Huh?"
"Spread 'em. Pussy out."
Oppa tapped Minjeong unnie's leg. Her face hardened instantly.
"O-oppa...? B-but it's been so long..."
"Fuck, I said pussy out. Wanna go home?"
"No!! No, Master...!"
His title switched from oppa to Master in a heartbeat. Before I could even process it, she assumed the weird pose. Legs spread wide, squatting down—her most private spot exposed right in front of Hyeonwoo oppa. Like it was rehearsed, she even clenched her fists at her sides and looked up at him.
"S-sorry, Master...!"
"That's it? You forgot everything?"
"No...!"
She trembled like she was terrified.
"Please punish dirty Minjeong's pussy... Beat bitch Minjeong's pussy!"
I was right there watching, but I couldn't believe my eyes. Even if it felt a little playful, for pretty Minjeong unnie to... With a face I'd never seen, in this vulgar pose, saying words I could hardly credit.
Thwack!
"Kyaaah...!!"
I yelped in shock before I could stop myself. Minjeong unnie fell on her ass from the impact, too stunned to even scream. Oppa had kicked her hard—the kind of thudding sound that echoed—with his foot right into a spot you had to handle with care.
"Get your head straight? Not getting up?"
"Hngh... S-sorry, Master...!!"
Tears welled up as she forced herself back into that vulgar pose. She hesitated, gritted her teeth, squatted again, and spread her legs. Her inner thighs quivered uncontrollably.
Thwack!
Again... I clamped my hand over my mouth to stifle my scream. This time, unnie held her ground without falling. Her knuckles were white from clenching her fists so hard. I couldn't even imagine the pain. I was shaking as much as she was.
"Head on straight now?"
"Y-yes...! I was wrong... S-so wrong, Master...!"
Minjeong unnie whimpered, begging forgiveness. I had no idea what she'd done so wrong. But she kept apologizing, and oppa just stared down at her coldly.
"If you've got the collar on, do it right. Think the collar's a joke? What fucking 'event'?"
"N-no...! I was wrong..."
"Bring it."
"Yes, Master!"
Minjeong unnie flattened herself on the floor. Without using her hands, she nosed around with her face and mouth until she got the end of the leash in her teeth. Then she presented it to Hyeonwoo oppa.
"Seoyeoni."
"Hik...?! Y-yes? Yes...???"
"Can you grab me some water?"
Oppa called me suddenly. His voice had changed completely—gentler now. I nodded quickly and stood, but he tapped unnie again. She dropped to all fours like a dog, exaggeratedly hiking her ass up like she was showing off for him. I could see her private spot swollen red. She wiggled her hips, the chain clinking, and started crawling toward oppas room.
I tore my eyes from the shocking sight and headed to the kitchen.
"Hoo..."
The door clicked shut behind me. I gripped the fridge, finally exhaling the breath I'd been holding. My heart was still pounding. It felt worse than the first time I'd heard oppa and unnie having sex. I'd seen something I shouldn't have. I was scared to even go into the room. I'd only come here to be with oppa... but now with Minjeong unnie, the collar, the weird words, the weird acts.
I clutched my racing chest and opened the door.
"Hngh, eung...! Hnngh..."
One shocking scene after another. Hyeonwoo oppa sat on the edge of the bed, Minjeong unnie on the floor. She clung to his leg, grinding her hips nonstop. Rubbing against something... From the position and pose, it was clearly just his foot.
"Ah, thanks."
Up close, it was even clearer. She was humping his foot all on her own. I could hear the faint wet squelching sounds. The terrified, teary expression was gone, replaced by one flushed with pleasure, tear tracks the only remnant.
"Seoyeoni, what about you?"
"Huh...?"
"She seems desperate. Gotta plug her regularly, but I haven't in a while."
Oppa yanked the leash. Minjeong unnie jolted forward and hugged his leg tighter.
"When was the last time you got fucked?"
"Th-this week... Hnngh, two weeks ago...!"
"Really? Not rolling in some other dick?"
"N-no...! I held out for Master... To get fucked by you!"
Oppa shrugged.
"She says that. Two weeks is a long time for a bitch."
"Hngh, yeah... Haangh...!"
"Looks like I gotta do her today. That cool?"
"Th-thank you, Master...!!"
"Wanna get kicked again? Quietly grind your pussy."
Minjeong unnie shut her mouth fast and focused on her hips. The squelching got louder.
"What about you? Wanna do one round today, Seoyeoni?"
"O-one round...?"
"Yeah, like you do with Minjun hyung."
"Ah..."
One round... I'd been holding out too. Almost two weeks for me... Well, sure, I'd been with Minjun oppa, but that was different.
"Wanna chill outside? Or stay here, whatever."
"..."
I had things I wanted to say but couldn't. I just sat there like an idiot, speechless.
"So?"
"I-I'll stay here...!"
"Cool, make yourself comfy~"
Oppa chuckled and nodded at the small chair in the room. With a dumb look on my face, I sat down.
"Haa, yeah, eung... Hnngh..."
Just sitting there like a fool, staring blankly at Minjeong unnie. Even after getting treated like that, she moaned happily, shaking her hips. Against oppas foot... Called a bitch, collared, everything...
"Ah..."
A wet feeling down below—I shifted quickly to hide it. Without realizing, I'd been thinking weird thoughts. Staring at unnie, imagining the impossible.