The Unspoken Rules of Desire (4)
From the distant past to the modern day, so much has changed. The languages we speak, the social order, the atmosphere of society, and the shifting trends of fashion. Even the preferred length of a penis among women of childbearing age has changed, as has the desired consistency of the semen they wish to have fill them, ruin them, and defile them. Yet, amidst the long, flowing river of time where so much has been altered, a few things have endured the weathering of the ages, keeping their original forms intact. Things like the necessity of proving, "I am such a loyal servant," in order to get into the good graces of a superior. That sort of thing.
"...You're playing hard to get."
"Hmm?"
"No, no! Ah, Su-a-chan. Did I make some kind of mistake with Jiyoon-chan? Her reaction was a bit... Ehehe..."
"Ah, no? I think she’s just the type who finds making friends a hassle..."
"Hmm. I see, I see."
Here, Yozora, who might act a bit prickly on the outside but harbors slightly different intentions within, also needed a way to prove she was a loyal servant to her superior. It would be even better if it were done with a touch of, "I want to tear you to shreds right now, you son of a bitch, but since you have something on me, I have no choice but to play along," kind of vibe. For that, what was needed was, naturally, a tribute. A tribute grand enough to earn a reward, a pat on the head, a "good job," and a "thank you." A tribute as rare and difficult to obtain as possible.
As it happened, what was visible right before her eyes was something that would pique a superior's interest just enough... something pretty and seemingly proud.
"Then I should try talking to her again in a little while."
"...I don't think that's a good idea."
"Then tomorrow?"
"Is there no option where you just don't talk to her?"
"Why? The more friends, the better, right!"
"Hmm..."
"Maybe Jiyoon actually wants friends too, but she’s just shy!"
"Hmm..."
Seo Woojin—no, no, any guy his age would absolutely love a girl like that, right? A girl who is always expressionless and has a nasty attitude to boot. ...And so, because she has absolutely no resistance to lewd things, if you were to ram a thick, vein-popping cock into her, she’d be broken into a state where she could only let out breathless whimpers. After getting close to a girl like that... going somewhere quiet... forcing your cock into her even while she’s being prickly... if she cries that it hurts, mixing tongues until she goes quiet... playing with her clitoris until she swallows her moans with lips bitten tight... teaching her how to kiss until she starts clinging to you on her own... having sweet sex so she mistakes you for a lover... having a full internal ejaculation while kissing... and when she starts whining about what you’ll do now that you’ve cum inside her while she’s panting... blocking her lips again and having sex... splat... sploosh... ejaculating inside... her expression, ruined. ...Pfft...
Yozora, who had been smiling bashfully with her chin in her hand, licked her lips while glaring at the white hair drifting away in the distance.
"It would be fun to get close to her. Don't you think?"
"...I wonder...?"
"She’s pretty, and she’s strong!"
"Hmm... Well, if you’re happy with it, Yozora..."
"She’ll probably be eating lunch alone tomorrow too, right?"
"Probably?"
"Hmm-hmm. Anyway, like Su-a-chan said, if I act annoying the moment I get back to class, her favorability will drop like a rock... So, tomorrow... hmm-hmm..."
Of course, had she known the truth, she wouldn't have given her any attention at all. ...Ah. No. She might have even been envious instead.
"...Rather than forcing it, I want to see a picture where both of them want it and are clinging to me as if competing..."
Just think about it. Lee Hayoon looking up at me with eyes that seem to ask if she feels better than Lee Jiyoon, sucking my cock. Lee Jiyoon waiting right next to her, licking my cock—drenched in Lee Hayoon’s saliva—diligently and without a care, as if asking if her sister really feels better. ...Lee Hayoon, feeling a sense of crisis after seeing my cock twitch even more than before, starting to diligently rub her tongue against the glans covered in her younger sister’s saliva. Something like that.
Wouldn't a picture of them competing to extract my semen be much, much more arousing than a picture of them being forced to perform fellatio?
"Hmm..."
Of course, I know it's a sight hard to come by. I sometimes wonder if I should just be satisfied with the imagination. Because... if a woman with a normal way of thinking were involved, she wouldn't be able to accept the very act of sucking the same man's cock as her younger sister, would she?
Then, what if I made it so Lee Hayoon couldn't think normally? ...In the end, it’s alcohol, isn't it? How boring. Really, is there no other obvious method?
"It's difficult..."
It was a quiet afternoon, the lunch hour over. My head ached from all the worrying, so I stepped out for some air and leaned against the middle of the skybridge, sipping a cup of instant coffee. Still, for now... there wasn't much to do, so I might as well put this blockhead of mine to good use. Specifically, what stance I should take to drag Lee Hayoon into bed with her younger sister. I didn't come back ten years in time without knowing the cause just for this, but since I’ve already come back, I might as well scrape up everything I can get my hands on, right? By stuffing my preferences in until they’re not just full, but overflowing.
"First, alcohol... I'll use that as a last resort when I really can't find another way."
The easiest path. The path with the highest probability. At the same time, the least arousing path is pushed to the back of the line, and I count them off on my fingers one by one.
Taking something hostage and threatening them. Threatening doesn't seem to fit the relationship I have with them right now, so pass. Begging Lee Hayoon to try it once with her younger sister and me. ...Ugh. Pass. Watching from the sidelines, hands-off, regardless of what Lee Jiyoon does to Lee Hayoon behind my back. This might have a fairly high possibility, but since it’s out of my control, it’s the most anxiety-inducing, so pass.
After five minutes of racking my brain while facing the cold wind, the conclusion was: this won't work, that won't work... In the end, I couldn't find a sharp solution. I keep thinking it might be best to just swallow my pride, forget about the "preferences" talk, and crack open a can of beer with the three of us. But perhaps because of my pride, I hate that too. ...That damn pride. Even I think it’s pathetic.
"...Anyway, for now, pretending I'm not interested and leaving it to Lee Jiyoon is the best option."
Even though I can't help but worry about the process, anyway... there’s no other method that makes me think, "This is it!" Until a useful idea comes to mind, I have no choice but to quietly watch how that pervert Lee Jiyoon convinces her sister.
Talk about something that makes sense...! Even if they’re family, there’s a line that must be drawn, right? Don't you think? But to sit right next to your sister and her boyfriend, watch them have sex, and then—well, maybe it’s fine if you use it for, uh, masturbation... but to offer advice on how the sex was afterwards?! Huh, wow, huh...! I’m so dumbfounded I can’t even speak properly, seriously...! Do you guys think this makes any sense?
"Doesn't it really not make sense? Right?"
"Huuuuum~ Definitely~"
I asked, fanning myself with my hand because I’d gotten hot from talking, and my friend, who was barely listening, just toyed with her damaged, split ends and replied. I stared blankly at her indifferent reaction for a moment, and eventually, the cheek next to my tightly pursed lips began to puff up roundly. I’m pouring my heart out here, and she’s just yawning like it’s boring...! Ugh...!
"Even if they’re family, there’s privacy, and for them to want to watch from the side is just...!"
"So, Hayoon-ah? Sorry to interrupt while you’re talking."
"...Ah, yeah?"
"Did you say you saw it on YouTube? What you’re talking about right now? Like... the younger sister this and that..."
"...Ye, yeah. YouTube..."
It wasn't my story, just something I happened to see on YouTube. The passionate speech I was pouring out with that excuse stopped for a moment because of my friend’s sharp point. Well, it’s not even my story, but getting this worked up... it’s very suspicious, after all.
"That’s just fake, so don’t get too over-immersed. Hayoon-ah. They’re all just doing it to get views. Views."
"...Anyway, the situation is funny, isn't it? That a younger sister would get involved in something like that..."
"Especially with stimulating stories, old farts will click on them even if they’re churned out mindlessly, so that’s even more of a reason."
"...A, are you listening to me?"
"Think about it from the start. Where in the world does a younger sister want to watch her older sister have sex from the side? Even just me, every time I see my brother’s naked body while he’s washing, the food I ate the day before wants to come back up... You’ve got a strong stomach, damn it."
"Hey. But isn't your brother a younger brother? I saw him before, and he was handsome, right? His body was okay too?"
"Don't talk nonsense. Even from 100 meters away, he looks like he was crumpled up."
"Then give me his number."
"Ah, get lost. He’s only a sophomore in high school."
"......"
They aren't listening. Everyone. ...Sigh. Forget it. This is better. If I were to reveal that it’s actually happening to me, honestly, that would just be spitting in my own and Jiyoon’s faces. And without even going that far, it would be troublesome if I were interrogated about whether it’s actually a story about me and Jiyoon, not something I saw on YouTube. I’d have to talk about who my boyfriend is, after all. From the start, there’s no way these people, who don't have a single ounce of seriousness in them, would listen to me calmly.
Screaming into a bamboo forest where there are no people to relieve stress. I’ll just think I did something like that. I feel refreshed. Refreshed. ...Sigh.
"What did they say the next class was?"
"I don't know. Character education, maybe."
I climbed down from the desk I was sitting on, returned to my seat, and took out my notebook and writing utensils as if nothing had happened. Then, I slumped over on the desk and let out a deep sigh, and took out my phone, which was buzzing as if a KakaoTalk message had arrived, and checked the screen.
...It’s probably spam. Well. There’s no reason for a personal message to come at this hour...
The word "sister," which still felt awkward because she had called me "Lee Hayoon" all the time until a month or two ago, was very cringe-worthy. While my brow twitched at the word, I pouted my lips and left a reply.