Jealousy (4)
"Hmm…."
It was dawn. I let out a small groan while lying in bed, reading the text Lee Hayoon had sent. It wasn't exactly out of guilt, like, 'She's acting like this because I've been hanging out with Jiyoon too much.' It was just that I was deep in thought. The text Hayoon sent in the early hours—I was pondering how best to exploit it. Since it was essentially a pretty decent 'event' (I’d picked up that habit of speech from Lee Jiyoon), I didn't want to let this opportunity go to waste…. I was thinking about how to make the most of it, how to enjoy it in the most delicious way possible.
"…."
Whatever scheme Hayoon was cooking up, the situation itself was quite favorable. She wanted to meet tomorrow night. She wanted me to stop playing games so much, to meet without Jiyoon, and she said anywhere was fine. If I bundled all those things together, it meant, "It pisses me off that you only play with Jiyoon, so play with me too…." No, that wasn't it. This time, it would be, "Play with 'only' me." I wasn't entirely sure, but it seemed like she had developed something akin to jealousy toward her younger sister.
"That wasn't my intention, though."
The only reason I’d been forcing myself to play a boring game and shooting guns with Jiyoon every night was just to get closer to her under the guise of gaming. The current situation was just Hayoon, who happened to be nearby, getting caught in the crossfire. Regardless of how it started or what the cause was, I certainly didn't hate the situation. An older sister jealous of her younger sister? If I could just utilize this well, I could easily squeeze out a result I’d be satisfied with, right?
"Hmm…."
That was why another small groan escaped my lips. …I had wanted to fuck Hayoon and Jiyoon in the same bed someday, but with feelings like jealousy involved, that would be a bit difficult. For instance, like… having them compete over who I liked more. How could I ever see a situation straight out of an anime like that in real life? It would be much faster to hear Hayoon tell me to break up with her before that ever happened.
"…Should I just give up?"
It was difficult. Because it was difficult, I kept lingering on the idea. If it were Jiyoon, who had a penchant for affairs, it might be different, but Hayoon, who possessed a perfectly normal sense of chastity, was another story. It was impossible for a 'normal woman' to understand, let alone accept, two women rolling around in bed with one man, especially when they were sisters. Of course, it wasn't that there was no way at all, but I didn't want to go that far. Above all, I wanted to see Hayoon, with a bewildered expression like 'Is this right?', kneeling alongside Jiyoon—who was clumsily sucking my cock—and licking the same man's cock together. …And then, eventually, moaning as they were being fucked. Rather than a lewd scene where they sucked my cock as if it were natural from the start, that kind of innocent, fresh appearance seemed much more arousing.
And… it would be quite arousing to see Hayoon, who tried to lead while acting like the older sister in front of Jiyoon, end up breaking down, twitching and leaking buckets of juices. Was there any way I could see that right in front of my eyes?
"Whew…."
It was a shame to give up. But if I tried to make a plan for an indefinite 'someday,' there were too many obstacles. Instead, just the jealousy Hayoon was showing now seemed enough to produce at least one fairly delicious result.
"…."
Should I work my ass off for a situation that perfectly matched my tastes? Or should I easily swallow a situation that was only 70% there, but still decent enough to eat? I lay in bed, agonizing over it for a long time, and only just before falling asleep was I able to make a choice. There is a saying among the ancient sages: "If you can't eat it, go for it."
So, I intentionally sent a text to Jiyoon from the morning. To summarize, it was basically: "I'll be having sex with your sister, so you stay home and rest." Whether this was the best method, I didn't know. If I were smart enough to come up with a flawless, meticulous plan, that would be one thing, but I’m a bit of a blockhead. So, I just used the method that turned me on the most. As much as Hayoon felt jealousy toward her sister, I would make Jiyoon feel jealousy toward her sister. …Well, wouldn't it eventually work out somehow? That was the plan. Whether this could truly be called a 'plan,' I’d think about that later.
"Why are you here?"
"Hmm? I'm a student here too, am I not allowed to come?"
"Yeah. Get lost."
Around the time the 4th period was in full swing, while I was roughly mapping out a date course with Hayoon on my laptop, an uninvited guest arrived. The woman who had spilled all her inner thoughts while drunk the other day and was now trying to brush it off, pretending she didn't remember. None other than Yozora.
Yozora, who had tied her hair into a messy, lazy ponytail, was wearing a dark gray gym uniform that looked two sizes too big over a white T-shirt damp with sweat. She covered the back of her hand halfway with her sleeve, grinning and waving one hand flimsily. I’d ignore the fact that she probably wasn't wearing her boyfriend's gym uniform, so why she chose one that big was a mystery. Still, I felt a bit relieved that I seemed smarter than her. Then again, if I were dumber than an alcoholic who rolled around drunk every single day, that would be a problem in itself.
"Yozora, there's no way you'd get hurt at the 1st-year level."
"I have to at least pretend to be hurt to look like a 1st-year, right? And I actually sprained my wrist during practice just now. Look, here. See?"
"Yeah, yeah. I get it, but you could at least wash up. You smell like sweat…."
"How can I wash up when I'm hurt? Should I just lie down on this bed right here?"
"Go ahead. It's not like I'm the one doing the laundry here anyway. The staff who collects it and the washing machine do it all."
"But you're the one who has to change the sheets, right? Ugh…. You'll have to change the bed sheets covered in my sweat…."
"…If you're going to talk bullshit, just leave quietly. I'm busy."
"Busy? Why? …Ah, everyone is busy staring at me when I sweat. Is that it?"
I wondered for a moment what kind of wind had blown into her, but I soon stopped caring and looked back at my laptop, my gaze sliding toward Yozora. And then, downward. Downward. Downward.
"……."
Below the corners of Yozora's mouth, which had started to grin. Between the dark gray gym uniform, which was wide open because she hadn't zipped it up, a white T-shirt was clinging softly to her lewd cleavage. Moreover, as if to emphasize it, Yozora, with a playful smile, even grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and carefully pulled it downward. Thanks to that, only the part of the wrinkled T-shirt touching her breasts was stretched out beautifully. …And the dark shadow cast beneath them had become much more arousing.
"…You look busy, Teacher."
"…."
But, even so, I didn't exactly have the intention of locking the door and fucking her until the base of my cock ached, like I did with Han Su-a yesterday.
"Why did you come. Seriously."
If I really wanted to, I could just call Han Su-a, who looked just as arousing as you but was much more pure, and fuck her to my heart's content. Why would I do that to you? And it's not like I've never touched those before; haven't I already touched them several times? …Well, the T-shirt must be sticky because it's clinging to her breasts due to the sweat. That was the extent of my impression.
"Why did I come…?"
"I'm not curious, so get out of here."
"You'd be sulky if I really left."
"I said get lost."
Because Yozora, who was grinning as if she had won, was annoying, I answered even more coldly on purpose. To mean that she should stop bothering me and leave.
"…Ah. Is that what you mean? Heung…."
But it seemed such non-verbal communication was a bit too advanced for Yozora, who was a failure as a human and a success as a beast. She was now making a 'Puh-huh-huh' sound, laughing in a way that got on my nerves. …Sigh. You bitch.
"Hmm. There's something I wanted to ask you, but I couldn't find the time~"
"You could've just asked by phone."
"That's just a trivial thing, so let's move on."
Yozora, hit in the bullseye, casually lay down on the bed. Soon, her red eyes, which had been smiling brightly, turned toward mine.
"…Did you fuck Su-a yesterday?"
"Yeah."
"……."
"I told you, so please just get lost now."
"…You have to treat me before I leave, Teacher."
"You're just pretending to be hurt."
"No, I'm really hurt…."
"…Ha…."
Even though I waved my hand as if shooing away a bug, Yozora just giggled and didn't seem to have any intention of leaving. She just sat on the chair in front of me, rolled up her sleeve to show her slightly red, swollen wrist, and kept pestering me to treat her. I hadn't expected her to listen to me well, but why was I sighing when she was really acting like that? In fact, did I have even the slightest, tiniest bit of expectation?
"…Ugh."
"Bear with it. I only gripped it lightly, so it shouldn't hurt that much."
"…Heung…. It's still much more bearable than being raped fuck-fuck-fuck in the bathroom last time…."
Wasn't that consensual? No, never mind. I let out a deep sigh and just grabbed Yozora's wrist tightly and started treating it quickly. Rather than dealing with Yozora diligently, it would be more productive to send her away quickly and choose where to take Hayoon.
It was while I was quickly fixing Yozora's wrist without any other students visiting the infirmary.
"…Hey."
"Why."
Yozora, with her head bowed low, stammered out a voice.
"…How was Su-a?"
"How was she, you ask."
"…Th-that, how, how was it…."
Even biting her tongue. Stammering.
"Speak so that a person who listens can understand. You idiot. Are you asking if she was pretty? Or what…."
"…W-was she… worth eating…. Su-a…."
"…."
"…Was it… not tasty…?"
Now that I thought about it, when I was texting her while drunk, I did say something about offering Han Su-a to her or whatever. …Does she mean she wants a 'reward' because she prepared so hard?
"…."
"…."
But what to do. The things you usually do piss me off so much that I don't want to just give it to you. I feel like I'd only be satisfied if I at least saw you kneeling naked here. …Ah. No, wait. This must be what you were aiming for too. As expected of a brat-type masochistic pervert, you already revealed your tastes in the chat, and you were designing this hard because you wanted to see me getting angry like this.
…But really, what to do. Right now, more than wanting to fuck you until you break, "…I don't know what you're talking about. The treatment is over, so get lost."
"…."
I have a bigger desire to make Jiyoon and Hayoon kneel together. So, get lost from here. Whether you receive your reward from me right now, or the reward is postponed for a long time, you'll like both anyway. Because after being postponed, abandoned, and forgotten, you'll eventually end up being treated like a high-quality onahole by me, getting fucked hard from behind, having your nipples pinched like you're being milked, and even if you're forced to bend your head back and gulp down my saliva, you'll be too busy moaning under me.