Eavesdropping (4)
Vrrr. Vrrr. Vrrr.
The phone, placed facedown on the small nightstand right next to the bed, vibrates repeatedly. It’s not too fast, nor too slow. But it’s persistent, as if demanding to be read immediately. Of course, I can roughly guess the reason why the phone is acting up like this. On the other end of the line, Lee Jiyoon, who has been diligently eavesdropping on her sister’s voice, must have been throwing out all sorts of nonsense. …All in the direction of eventually being able to have sex with her, too. And if possible, in a way that feels even better than it does with her sister.
Well, it’s obvious. That’s why I called in the first place.
"…Haa…. Lee Hayoon…."
"Hk…."
I briefly pay attention to the vibrating phone, then let out a sigh—loud enough to be captured by the device, loud enough for Lee Jiyoon, who is likely masturbating in her own room while listening intently, to hear—and slowly pull my cock out from inside Hayoon, who is still deep in the afterglow. …But things aren't going quite as planned. I just ejaculated until the base of my cock felt sore, and I want to change the condom and continue, but my body, heated to the limit, keeps leaning forward. It wants to keep grinding the condom, now plump with the semen I just spilled, against the base of her cervix.
"Ah…, damn it, seriously…."
"Hk…. Hiiik…."
I shove that crude, purely lustful voice into Hayoon’s ear and nibble on the rim of her ear, which has turned bright red from shame. This is all your fault. I’m trying to move on to the next round, but you keep holding me back, making me do other things. It’s all your fault. Even if her inner flesh has been tightening around my cock so pleasurably until now…, this isn't right. Even when I try to pull out my rude, unmannered cock that was slamming roughly against her cervix, she’s too busy squeezing the surface of it as if telling me not to pull out yet. What am I supposed to do? …Should I just keep thrusting? Until the condom slips off and it becomes raw sex?
"…Relax, just a little."
"I, I am relaxed…! I have been for a while now…."
"Really?"
"Mm-hmm…."
When I whisper to her as she keeps acting coy, Hayoon, with her arms wrapped around my neck, nods and pants quietly. I stroke her soft cheek with my fingers while somehow managing to pull my hips back. The condom is slick, soaked through with her arousal. It’s stretched taut over my thick cock, clinging to it without a single gap. …And yet, the tip is bulging, filled with semen. Hayoon, lying beneath me, pretends not to care at all while secretly glancing down, busy swallowing her saliva. I roughly peel it off with my hand, toss it onto the bed, tear open a new condom wrapper, and carelessly discard it off the bed.
Of course, it would be nice to have her clean me up with her mouth first, but I want to kiss her at least once more while the scent of the same toothpaste I use still lingers on her lips. It feels better that way, and it helps deepen my relationship with Lee Hayoon.
I rest my cock, dirtied from the recent ejaculation, on her snow-white lower abdomen and put on a new condom, enjoying her subtle, twitching reactions.
"…Why, why are you so good at this…?"
"At what?"
"The condom…. Putting it on…."
"It’s just putting it on and pulling it down, what’s there to be good at?"
"Umm…. Mmm…."
"……."
She fiddles with the blanket shoved to the side and then shuts her mouth. I’ve always thought she was a bit oblivious, but it’s impossible not to know at this point. Haven’t you had to use condoms a lot? Didn’t you have a girlfriend before you started dating me? That’s what she must have wanted to say. Well, that’s understandable. Just as everyone secretly hopes their girlfriend is a virgin while pretending otherwise, women aren't exactly any different. It doesn't matter, though, because the right answer is already decided.
"…Ah, you’re my first, Noona."
"Y, you only call me Noona at times like this…! You sneaky jerk…!"
"You were the one thinking weird things first, Noona."
"…I, I didn’t…."
"Be honest. …You did, didn't you?"
"……."
"'Could my boyfriend have had sex with other girls?' That kind of thought."
"……."
…Lee Jiyoon on the other side of the phone is probably interpreting it however she likes and enjoying it quite a bit. I continue speaking, teasing her arousal-soaked vaginal opening with my condom-covered cock, making sure not to let Jiyoon hear too clearly, while simultaneously goading Hayoon into saying something embarrassing.
"Answer me. Did you decide not to make any sound at all? Noona?"
"…I, I did have thoughts like that, but…!"
"But?"
"…Well, it could happen. You could have done it with a girlfriend in high school…. And you might have wanted to hide it from me…. Um…."
"……."
"Everyone says people have their first experience in school these days, so if you look at it that way, I’m actually the one who was late…."
Her voice is strangely dejected, which makes it all the more arousing. Because of that, I grab the base of my tingling cock and gently shove the glans into Hayoon, who is soaked to the point of dripping. Just the glans, teasingly. And then,
"If I said I did it for the first time in high school, would you be sulking?"
"…W, why would I sulk over something like that…. I wouldn’t…."
"You seem like you’re already sulking. For real?"
"I’m not sulking…! Someone as good-l…ooking as you, you could have had an ex-girlfriend, I guess…."
I capture Hayoon’s voice—which is obviously grumpy to anyone listening—on the phone.
"There are no women’s numbers in my phone. …Ah, I have one student’s number and Jiyoon’s."
"…Really?"
I capture Hayoon’s voice, which has suddenly brightened, on the phone.
"I’ll give you my phone later, so you can check it yourself."
"……."
"…You’re the one doing all these arousing things, don’t you have an ex-boyfriend?"
"W, what kind of nonsense is that…! When I did it with you, that…. how much it hurt…."
"Can I ask Jiyoon?"
"Ask her if you want…! I haven’t even been able to hold a guy’s hand until now…."
I capture Hayoon’s voice—full of indignation, yet with a hint of laughter—on the phone.
"Anyway, to tell you the truth…."
"……."
"…I practiced because I didn't want to look clumsy in front of you."
"…Ah, …ah. …Um."
I capture Hayoon’s voice—obviously bright red and heated—on the phone.
"…It’s embarrassing now that I’ve said it. What are you going to do about it?"
"…Y, you can just call me Oppa from now on…!"
"Are you trying to settle it with just that?"
"That should be enough…! …W, what else do you want…?"
"Hmm…, a wish coupon?"
"……."
"A slightly lewd wish coupon. How about it?"
"…S, sure, whatever. Jeez…. Well, it’s obviously going to be some weird cosplay or something…. Ugh…."
I capture every sound on the phone: the sound of my cock slamming into her narrow, slick pussy—thud, thud, thud, smack—and the sound of our tongues tangling together in a sticky, wet mess. All to ask Lee Jiyoon, who helped me practice, "Is this good enough?"
…Using that as an excuse, after satisfying Jiyoon’s twisted tastes, I fill the phone with the wet, sloppy moans of her sister—no, my girlfriend—so that when we have 'sex practice' again later, she can feel an even greater sense of depravity.
"Hoo…. Hayoon-ah."
"…Mm-hmm…."
"…Get on your hands and knees like this. I’m going to hit it from behind."
"……."
"Hurry."
"…Okay…! …I will…."
After the kiss ends. As I touch her clitoris with my hand while only the tip of my cock is inside, Hayoon struggles to turn her body, groaning. I press my lips lightly against the nape of her neck while waiting for her to get into position properly. Only the sounds will reach Lee Jiyoon, who is holding her breath on the other side of the phone. And because of that, she’ll surely fill in the blanks with her own wild imagination.
I briefly consider leaving a hickey on her neck for Hayoon’s sake, but I eventually hold back. …She always insists on a ponytail, so her friends at the Academy would find out the moment she gets there tomorrow. Hayoon, who doesn't know much about these things, might just think, 'Oh, it must be a bug bite~' and brush it off, but the ones who know will be nine times out of ten thinking, 'Hayoon got marked on her neck while getting pounded from behind yesterday~'. Of course, no one will know if that partner was a boyfriend or a well-built sex partner with a huge cock until Hayoon reveals it herself.
"I finally understand why you try to make me wear your boyfriend’s shirt."
"…Why?"
"Before, it was just arousing because it was bigger than your body…, but now, it shows off your entire figure."
"…Pervert."
Glans. I look down at the backside drawn before me, thrusting just a little deeper than that. The shirt hanging loosely down. The body line created by that deep curve. …The waist I want to grip tightly. The buttocks I want to squeeze just as hard. The hair that looks perfect for pulling. The ears I nibbled on with my lips. …Hayoon’s emerald-green eyes looking back at me, wondering what my expression is.
"…Tell me if it hurts."
"……."
Savoring it all. While she is on her hands and knees with her fists clenched on either side, I thrust.
"……. …!"
Deep. Deep enough for the condom-covered cock to tap against the base of her cervix.
"Hey…, Op…pa…."
"…."
"Hiek…. Ugh…."
"…."
"Woojin, ah……."
Deep enough that Hayoon, who had been panting with her head up until now, eventually buries her face in the pillow and can only let out breathless gasps.
"……. …♡ ……."
Deep enough that her buttocks, which I only thought about squeezing, are splashing against my lower abdomen with every rough impact.
"Hey… w, wait…. just a second…, too, violent…."
"…Hoo."
"…Haa…. Hk…. …Ung-gh…."
I embrace Hayoon’s body—she had been patting the bed with her toes as if asking me to do whatever I want, or perhaps asking for a brief rest. I force her head to turn to the side and tangle our tongues together, watching Hayoon’s eyes roll back slightly every time I slam my cock in. Squelch, squelch, thud, thud. I thrust my cock deep, as if reshaping her insides to fit my form.
"…Lift your hips."
"…."
Even though she’s already sinking low and twitching after just a few piston strokes, I look down at Hayoon, who obediently listens to me while her waist trembles, and I satisfy my sense of conquest.
"…Ah, seriously, damn it…."
"…Ugh…, Mmph…."
"Just a second…. Just a little like this…. Hoo…."
"……. …♡"
Hayoon, who has reached climax several times, breathes roughly with her nose and mouth buried in the pillow. I press down on her head and thrust with all my might, as if slamming into a real fleshlight, until her vaginal walls are tightening frantically.
"…Lee Hayoon."
"Haa…. Ha…."
"Tongue. Stick it out."
"……Blehh…."
I rudely grab her ponytail and pull, revealing her face with tears slightly streaming down, then lay her body—which had been on her hands and knees—on its side and share an adult kiss. And so, after thrusting my cock to my heart’s content until Hayoon’s lower abdomen bulges from her struggling,
"…Mmph…. Mmm…. Pfft……."
I let my saliva drip into the throat of the half-fainted Hayoon over and over again.
"Hk…. Hk…. Ugh……. Ung-gh…."
…Sloppily. The condom is holding on by force, but I make sure the heat is transmitted through it, sloppily. Splurt, spluuuurt, squelch, I ejaculate into the deepest part of Hayoon, adding one more condom full of semen to the side of the bed, and tear open another condom wrapper with my teeth. Even if it’s a sound so small it’s barely audible, I make sure it’s captured on the phone.
"Lie however you want this time."
"…."
"…Ah, do you want to be hit from behind again?"
"…."
So that Lee Jiyoon on the other side of the phone can hear. So that she can feel jealous of her own sister. …So that she can count down the days until she gets to 'practice sex' with me every single night.