Curiosity. By Accident.

By accident. Of all the Korean phrases I’ve used over the last twenty years, could there be one more fitting to describe my current situation?

"……Ngh…. Slurp, p-phek…. Haa……."

I had ended up at Yozora’s place by accident. I had faced a heavily intoxicated Yozora by accident. I had confirmed the secret between Seo Woojin and Yozora by accident, and by accident, I had become a sex partner to Seo Woojin.

And.

"…Stop… pressing down on my thighs and thrusting like that……."

"……."

"Ugh…. K-kissing isn’t everything, you kno… …slurp…. Chuu-slurp……."

By accident, I was lying beside him, watching a scene of sweat-drenched sex that made the adult videos I’d looked up over the past few days look like child’s play. If I didn’t use the phrase "by accident" here, when on earth would I ever be able to use it?

I had only intended to ask Yozora, "Does it feel good when you touch your tail, too?" But that question had rolled and tumbled in such unexpected directions that it eventually led to me learning the taste of semen, the smell of semen….

"…B-bh…. ……. …Ngh-hek……."

Between our lightly pressed lips, Yozora’s crimson tongue kept peeking out, and transparent saliva kept leaking and flowing downward. I watched the trail of drool, and for a moment, it tickled my own lips. When I lowered my gaze slightly, I could vividly see his thick, rigid member, slick with pre-cum, mercilessly ravaging Yozora’s insides.

…And, caught in the corner of my vision, my own stomach. Below my breasts, my lower abdomen, now covered in semen thanks to Seo Woojin’s mistake. I kept seeing it.

The initial hot warmth had vanished in an instant, leaving behind only a sticky, white fluid. But that distinct scent—it was hard to describe exactly, but if I had to call it… "male" scent… I suppose that would be close enough—that scent was still stabbing at my nose.

I was staring blankly at it, fidgeting with my fingertips, when—

"……. …Phaaa…! Hah…. Hah…."

"……."

Startled by the panting sounds coming from Yozora beside me, I hurriedly wiped my fingertips on the bedsheets. …Ah, um, ah. R-right. I see. I’d been swallowing something that sticky the whole time, hadn’t I….

……. Aha, no wonder….

Every time I gulped it down, mouthful after mouthful, it kept getting stuck in my throat, making it hard to swallow…. Well, I suppose it’s only natural for it to be that way if it’s this sticky. Yes.

"……."

That must be why I’m so bothered by it. …Absolutely, definitely. It’s not that I’m bothered by that "scent." It’s just… the… the stickiness is bothering me, so I’m just looking at it, touching it….

…. . . . …Sniff….

After we had sex until Seo Woojin’s member went limp, after we mated as our desires dictated, after I took his semen into my mouth, after he thrust into Yozora like a beast, and after he ejaculated a ton of sticky fluid onto my tongue which I’d stuck out—the time had already reached early evening.

I was wearing a slightly strange, oversized T-shirt Yozora had pulled from her closet—the kind with the word "HUGE" printed in a weird font across the chest—and I sat on the living room sofa, staring blankly ahead.

"……."

Now that I’d hidden my tail and ears, a thought occurred to me: I must have been slightly out of my mind earlier. No, I was definitely out of my mind. There’s no other explanation. I couldn’t have done that while sober, could I? It’s not like I got drunk off a few drops of soju that splashed into my orange juice while toasting with Seo Woojin….

Haaaa…. I’m crazy. I’m totally crazy.

What on earth was I thinking when I followed those two into the bedroom? Was that fishy, disgusting fluid actually delicious? No, no. No matter how I think about it, that’s absolutely not the reason. Was I worried Yozora would get pregnant from all that internal ejaculation? That doesn’t seem right either.

Actually, if it were Yozora, she’d… want to get pregnant with Master’s seed, so if you think about it, I was basically just getting in the way. So that’s not it either. The reason "I wanted to watch them have sex" isn’t even worth considering. And "I didn’t want to be left alone in the living room" is the same.

Then why, why did I follow those two around like a puppy? And why did I soak my panties while watching them have sex? …Why did I keep sniffing the scent of semen?

"……."

I swear to the heavens, I didn’t have even the slightest thought of wanting to have sex with Seo Woojin. …Was I just watching it like I was watching an adult video? Why on earth….

"Give me some water…. Waaater…."

"…Su-a. Do you need water too?"

"I, I’ll do it myself."

"No. Just sit there. I’ll go get ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it."

Beside the sound of the washing machine, which had started up again, Yozora lay with her long hair scattered across the sofa, waving her arms languidly. I sat far away from her, radiating the sweet scent of shampoo, and acted as if nothing were wrong, keeping a poker face.

If I see Yozora and Seo Woojin’s faces tomorrow, I’ll inevitably be reminded of today’s events. How am I supposed to deal with this….

…Seriously, my head hurts….

While I was sitting there with such a complicated mind, having a staring contest with the living room wallpaper:

"What are you thinking about, Su-a-chan?"

"…Ah."

Yozora, who had been wriggling around in the distance just a moment ago, had already approached and was lying with her head on my lap, giggling.

Her face, which was always so bright and smiling, had been completely different when we were having sex earlier…. …Hmm, hmm.

"Nothing. Just… thinking about nothing."

"Liiiar…. You were thinking about me and Woojin mating like crazy earlier."

"……."

"Phehe. Look at your cheeks turning red. I just guessed, but I was right. Cute, so cute…."

I should ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠have just denied it. Why is this idiot so incapable of doing that, making me turn red and look away? Now I don’t even have a chance to refute it. Haaaa…. I guess I’m not just bad at studying; I’m terrible at acting, too. Or maybe I’m just stupid.

"…It just happened, so it’s natural to think about it a little."

"Sure, sure. Did I say you couldn’t think about it? I just asked if you were."

"……."

"Heheh."

The Yozora from the bedroom had vanished, and she had returned to the usual Yozora I knew. As I looked down at her, she smiled and met my gaze. Is it because of that annoying attitude? Or is it because of the embarrassment that had been building up and finally exploded?

I want to flick her on the forehead. They say you can’t spit on a smiling face, but if it were Yozora, who was enjoying teasing me with that giggling face, I could really flick her just once….

"So, how was it? Don’t you feel a little left out?"

"…What."

"What do you mean 'what'? Obviously, I’m talking about that. …Sex partner."

"……."

Grumbling. Beyond my blunt voice, a small whisper—a voice so quiet that Seo Woojin in the kitchen couldn’t hear it… and a voice containing very explicit words—leaked through her playful smile and reached my eardrums.

"Isn’t it a bit of a waste to just suck his dick when you’re a sex partner? …Sex feels incredibly good."

"…I suppose."

"Even though you could have had a 3P with me and Woojin while we were in the bedroom? Don’t you feel left out?"

"…I, I don’t know…."

Why would I feel left out? It’s not like I did fellatio because I wanted to feel good in the first place. I did it because you, Yozora, said it was a "way to make friends easily." Of course, the very act of licking another man’s… member was so incredibly embarrassing that I have no intention of trying it with anyone else, but you never know. There’s a one-in-a-billion chance it might happen. And licking is a little less embarrassing than having my breasts touched.

Since I have a good partner like Woojin, it wouldn’t hurt to practice. I could meet him separately every now and then to practice…. Besides, it’s not like sucking a dick will wear it down or anything….

…As for sex, well… I’ll do that with someone who has a smaller dick than Woojin someday.

"Whyyy? You saw everything from the side earlier. You saw me getting mated for real with my face buried in the sofa, and you saw me getting fucked hard while Seo Woojin held my wrists and I kept cumming…."

"I, I saw it. I saw it all, but…. …I’m just not really into it…. It’s so big, it’s scary…."

"Hmm…."

Mated for real? What kind of vulgar combination of words is that…. Yozora exhaled a "hmm" after using an expression that sounded like it came straight out of an R-18 manga. I briefly thought it was the alcohol, given the faint scent still lingering on her breath.

"…Hey…! Wait, what are you…."

"…See, when Woojin is really excited, he’s about this big…. My hand isn’t quite enough to span it…."

Yozora turned slightly, spread her hand wide, and then placed her other hand over it, moving her thumb slowly from my navel downward…. Right up until she reached the spot I touch a lot when I masturbate. Wriggling. Slowly.

"St, stop it…. It ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠tickles…."

"…Since I’m short, he thrusts all the way to just below my navel, but for Su-a-chan, it’ll reach just the right spot…."

"The right spot…?"

"…Right here. Su-a-chan, you roughly know what’s here, right?"

Poke. Poke.

Just below my navel. …A slightly raised area. It’s not so much fat as it is… a physical necessity. Yozora’s slender pinky finger poked that spot, and her plump thumb pressed firmly right above my clitoris, in a very precarious position.

Then, she narrowed the span of her hand—no, she narrowed it quite a bit. *Scritch, scritch*, she dragged her pinky finger downward, scratching against the T-shirt.

"That was Woojin’s size earlier, and this is the male average? Anyway, in videos with regular people, they’re all about this size."

"……."

About 14cm. No, maybe 15cm? I don’t have a ruler, so I can’t be ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sure, but compared to my phone, it’s a little longer. Her pinky finger, representing that size, pressed firmly into a spot far away from my navel, unlike before.

As if to say, "Eek, is this really all there is?" Unlike Seo Woojin, who could press firmly all the way to just below my navel, she was making a blatant comparison. I, of course, didn’t think anything of it…. Yozora was the one who did it…. Yozora was….

I really don’t care if it’s a little small. I might even prefer it smaller… …right?

"What are you two doing?"

"Ooh, Su-a-chan gave me a lap pillow. Jealous?"

"…Phew. Here. Water."

"…Th, thank you…."

So, I don’t care about what Yozora said at all. Really. …I swear to the heavens.