The Secret Listener
“Whew…”
“Hah… hah…”
I emptied myself into Lee Hayoon, who was busy gasping for air, pouring out every drop of my desire as if to drain my balls dry. I whispered that I loved her, that I liked her, into the ear of the woman who was trembling with her head turned to the side, still reeling from her orgasm. I showed her the limp condom, heavy with thick, viscous semen, before swapping it out for a fresh one. I kept checking on her body, wondering if she might be sore from our long session.
Then, I buried myself back into her, right to the root, and climaxed again. I didn’t just hold her tight while I finished; I kept thrusting, hard and fast. I wanted to make sure that Lee Hayoon, who until a moment ago had been stammering back, “I love you, I like you,” could do nothing but grip the bedsheets and let out lewd, gasping moans. I wanted to make her tremble and spill nothing but her own juices, while my own cock twitched with a dizzying sense of conquest.
“…Can we stay like this for a bit?”
“…Mm-hmm…”
I spared a fleeting glance at the phone lying face-down on the nightstand. Collapsed on the bed, I pulled Hayoon into a tight embrace, our bodies slick with sweat. Her shirt, crumpled and soaked in sweat just like mine, clung to her. I breathed in her scent deeply, letting my hands roam over her body as she squirmed and groaned, complaining that I was tickling her.
…Ah. Seriously, what the hell am I supposed to do? At first, I’d thought of her as nothing more than a bonus for Lee Jiyoon, or perhaps a “key” to getting to Jiyoon. But the more I look at her, the more damn cute she is… seriously…
“Hey… Noona. Climb on top of me for a second.”
“No… You were just teasing me earlier, saying I was terrible at it…”
“That was just a joke… Anyway, I’m not asking for sex, I just want to hold you.”
“Just lie on your side and do it…”
“If we lie on our sides, I can’t hold you properly. My arm hurts. …Come on. Hurry.”
“…Jeez…”
We were close enough that even our whispers were perfectly audible. As I brushed her bangs aside, her body, which had been resisting with little wiggles, finally climbed softly onto mine. …Women are human, too, so it should be normal to be grossed out by the smell of sweat. Why is she so erotic? To exaggerate a little, she almost smells like fruit.
“…Whew. You’re pretty heavy, Noona.”
“…I’m getting off.”
“I’m kidding. I’m kidding. If you were heavy, my waist would’ve snapped when we were doing cowgirl earlier.”
“…….”
“…It feels good to hold you like this…”
“…Um, hey.”
“Yeah?”
“…Earlier, when I was moving on top… did it feel good?”
“You saw it earlier. You saw what happened inside the condom.”
“…I, I saw it, but…!”
“…I was squeezed that hard, there’s no way it didn’t feel good. Hayoon-ah.”
“Mm-hmm…”
I stroked the hair I’d been pulling and pressing just moments ago, and Lee Hayoon lowered her head, lightly rubbing her cheek against my chest. I’d planned to try the “pet play” thing with Han Su-a later, but… come to think of it, it would suit Lee Hayoon well, too. She doesn’t have animal ears, but she’s basically a dog-cat hybrid wagging her tail. If I use adult toys, I could make her a tail in no time, too.
She looks exhausted today, so I’ll have to ask her casually next time. …If I can put a collar around her neck.
“Oh, right. Noona.”
“…?”
“Shouldn’t you be heading out soon? It’s almost midnight.”
“…I should. Yeah.”
“What did you tell Jiyoon? It’s not like you’re late because of a part-time job.”
“Just, you know… that I had some work to do, so I’d be late…”
“…Then she’s probably guessed it by now. Why you came back so late, Noona.”
“Sh, shut up…”
I chuckled and pinched her cheeks, and Lee Hayoon started puffing them out as if to tell me to stop. She acts all grown-up because she’s a year older, so why does she do such cute things all the time… Smiling, I rolled over while holding her, then pushed myself up, bracing against the bed.
“Shall we wash up together? Like before?”
“…J, just so you know, no sex allowed…!”
“…Isn’t that obvious? We haven’t done it in the shower yet.”
“No, I, I just said that just in case…!”
“Besides, if we were going to have sex while washing, we’d have to do it raw since it’s hard to use a condom…”
“…….”
“…Pervert.”
“Eek… No, I’m not…!”
Blushing, Lee Hayoon hit my chest with her tiny fists, then eventually fled the bed. Well, all she was wearing was my shirt as she toddled toward the bathroom. Anyway, raw sex without a condom… It’s fine if she’s on the pill or if it’s a safe day, but that’s just fine. Doing it recklessly whenever I want isn’t my style. Handjobs make fellatio erotic. Fellatio makes condom sex erotic. Condom sex makes raw sex erotic. And because of withdrawal, internal ejaculation is erotic. If I just did it inside her all the time because it feels good, I’d inevitably fall into a rut and lose interest.
Of course, if Lee Jiyoon—who is usually cold as ice in front of others—were to blush to her ears in front of me and stammer a request to be impregnated before her sister… then I’d pour semen into her fertile womb all night long until it was full. But it’s too early to hear something like that. Having raw sex with Hayoon… I think it would be better to save that for when I’m having a threesome with Lee Jiyoon. …And if I only use condoms when I’m with Jiyoon, I might get to see some pretty interesting reactions.
“You need to take your hair tie out before you go in. And take your clothes off.”
“I’ll do it myself.”
Lee Hayoon entered the bathroom, looking clearly like she was pouting. I was about to follow her, but I changed course and approached the nightstand where my phone was lying face-down.
“…….”
As expected. She still hasn’t hung up.
“…….”
Listening to the clattering sounds coming from the bathroom, I briefly pondered what to do with her. Sending a one-sided message like “I’m hanging up now” seemed decent, and asking something like “What are you doing?” to probe her seemed pretty good, too. But this is the method I like best.
“…Hmm.”
I hung up the call without a word, stretched, and headed toward the bathroom. Of course, the phone didn’t ring again.
How long has it been? Since I came home after class and didn’t play a single game. And instead, spent hours lost in masturbation, listening to the voices of Seo Woojin and my sister, even taking my sister’s towel and soaking it through. How long has it been?
…Maybe this is the first time. Whether it was when I was a middle schooler just learning to masturbate, or in high school when I started to get a hint of my own tastes, I’d never masturbated like this before… First time. That must be it.
“Hnnng…”
As for the soaked towel, I could just make up an excuse about spilling a drink and shove it into the washing machine. More importantly, there was no way to explain the smell filling my room—the scent of a female in heat—so I opened the window and kept ventilating the room. Of course, I could just go with, “I was masturbating while my sister was out, so what?” but what sisters in South Korea would ever have that conversation? It would be much more realistic for sisters to share the same sex partner.
Hehehe…
“…My legs hurt.”
A night in late March. I cooled my flushed cheeks with the cold air coming from outside. I started putting back the items I’d taken out to masturbate with. My sister’s hair tie that had been tightly binding my white, medium-length hair. My sister’s dolphin shorts that fit my pelvis perfectly and made me feel a strange sense of rivalry. My sister’s clothes, which were always saturated with her scent.
…And the clothes Seo Woojin bought for me. The clothes he complimented me on, saying they suited me well, even while my sister was right there. I suppressed the urge to masturbate again and hung them neatly on the hanger, pretending nothing had happened. I can’t. I can’t. My sister has been in the shower for a while, so she’ll be back soon. If she finds me masturbating while hugging the clothes Seo Woojin bought me, what would she think?
She’s kind, so she wouldn’t curse at me to my face, but… she’d be incredibly bewildered. …“Um, that’s my boyfriend…” she’d say, or something equally arousing.
“Whew…”
So, this is a secret. A secret affair where I meet Seo Woojin under the absurd excuse of “sex practice” that I told my sister. A secret that must never, ever be found out by my sister.
While I was repeating words I didn’t mean, like, “Sister, I’m so, so sorry,” my phone, which had become warm from me listening to it for so long, vibrated lightly.
“…”
Is it my sister, or Seo Woojin? If it were my sister, she’d only ever text me to ask me to come out and help her carry bags, so it’s probably Seo Woojin. If so, what kind of KakaoTalk message did he send? …Did he send it because I teased him earlier about being terrible at sex?
I swallowed hard and picked up the phone from the bedside.
Fortunately, the message Seo Woojin sent was just that one line. I’d been a little worried that he might be angry because I’d said such mean things, but seeing that smooth message, my worries vanished. Even though he seems like such a nice guy, what he’s doing behind my sister’s and my back is definitely a “bad thing.” That strange dissonance is a little funny. If Seo Woojin were a bad person like me, he would have already done something like… covering my sister’s mouth and having tons of sex right next to her while she was fast asleep.
Since I’m the only bad girl here, …I’m slightly aroused. Hehe.
- Every single bit.
The room was mostly cleaned up, so I lay on the bed, tapping the screen while patting my feet. I have to do this to set up a “sex practice” appointment with Seo Woojin later, right? My sister likes it rough, so I’ll tell him not to be shy and to thrust like a beast. If I leave it like this, he’s bound to act like a virgin again, so I have to tell him to practice on my body. I have to give him advice like that so I can be taken like a dog by the man who conquered me…
…Of course, one step ahead of my sister, who actually has that preference…
- I thought I was being rough enough.
- It’s damn hard to match Noona’s taste…
- Ah.
- Never mind. You wouldn’t like having sex with a guy you don’t even like…
…Eh.
- Sleep well.
- Contact me whenever your head hurts.
- I’ll buy you something… delicious next time. Something expensive.
“…….”
…Eh?