"My Sister Would Love This" (2)
"It's clean. Your place."
After the question about whether he had condoms, we arrived at Seo Woojin's apartment without another word. To put that heart-pounding first impression into a few words: it was exactly that. It was quite a clean place for a man living alone. And, considering how rich he was, it was quite modest.
It’s fascinating. Setting aside the fact that he lives in a studio apartment near the academy, I’d heard rumors in Discord chats: "Once you start living alone, you lose your mom and stop cleaning," "A woman's place is so dirty," "Men are just as bad," "Delivery food becomes a lifestyle."
Honestly, compared to what I imagined, it’s just... it’s similar to my place? There’s no weird smell, and his daily items aren't scattered everywhere. Well, there is an empty delivery box in the corner of the living room, but that’s cute. Lee Hayoon does that sometimes when she’s feeling lazy.
"Clean? This is?"
"Yeah."
Seo Woojin asked back, perhaps embarrassed by the compliment. I pushed his shoulder lightly and took off my sneakers. I pressed my white-socked feet onto his floor, and as if I were a regular here despite it being my first time, I tossed my baseball cap onto the table right next to me.
...Ah. Lee Hayoon had sex with him here yesterday. On that soft, large bed I see right in front of me. For such a long time. Even though she’s the older sister, using formal language with a younger guy.
Thump, thump. Squish, squish. ...Slurp, slurp.
"I don't think it's dirty, just average."
"It's cleaner than my room. There aren't even any hairs on the floor."
"Your room? It looked clean when I saw it last time."
"......"
"Ah. So you mean it's usually dirtier than that."
"...Shut up."
"It's fine. If I knew you were coming, I would've made it even cleaner..."
"I said shut up...! Damn it..."
I flipped off Seo Woojin, who was snickering as if he enjoyed discovering my secret, and flopped onto the bed. Thanks to that, I could see everything Seo Woojin was doing behind me. He picked up the baseball cap I’d just tossed and hung it next to the hanger where his clothes were. Then, he took off the thick coat he’d been wearing and hung it up beside it.
...Did he feel my gaze? He glanced at me for a moment, then sat down beside me with a soft smile on his lips. And he said:
"Hey. Lee Jiyoon."
"...What."
"Don't just sit there, you take yours off too."
"......"
He used such, uh, explicit words.
"...You, that... Haa..."
"Why?"
"This won't do. Forget the practice, first we need to learn how to set the mood naturally..."
"...The mood?"
"You moron, if you tell someone to strip the moment they walk into the house...! ...Ah. Actually, Lee Hayoon would like this kind of..."
"...No, just take off your outer layer. Aren't you uncomfortable?"
"......"
"And we haven't even washed up yet. We should do it after we shower."
I’d been barking like a cat, but then his gaze dropped from my face to my body. It wasn't the baggy khaki jumper he’d bought me, but the one I usually wore. Whether it was the cozy warmth or the blood rushing to my face from embarrassment, I felt the heat rising up my neck and irritably threw off my outer layer. So it would land right in that empty delivery box I’d seen earlier. Whoosh.
"I, I took it off. Are you happy now...?!"
"You could've kept it on if you weren't uncomfortable."
"I was uncomfortable! Extremely uncomfortable! Are you happy now?"
"...Sure."
"...Really... Damn it..."
I huffed and puffed, then sighed while cupping my cheeks with both hands. Everything was fine until I walked into the house, so how did it end up like this? This stupid atmosphere wasn't what I had planned. I wanted something a bit more depraved, a bit more heart-pounding... how did it...
Still, no matter how I think about it, this is all Seo Woojin's fault. It’s because of that naivety of his, accepting sex with me under the excuse of "practice." Thanks to that naivety, I was able to have this relationship I’d only dreamed of, but still.
If he were just a little more perceptive, he would’ve whispered in my ear, "Are you really doing this for 'practice'? Is practice just an excuse because your tastes are perverted, Lee Jiyoon?" ...Anyway! It could’ve gone that way, right! If he had, he’d probably be tearing open a condom wrapper without a word by now. That clueless virgin bastard...
"Want something to drink? I have orange juice."
"......"
It’s annoying, it’s frustrating, but nothing changes by complaining in my head. In times like this, it’s better to... be the proactive one. Instead of expecting anything from Seo Woojin, this is the right way. ...He’ll naively believe this is just practice anyway.
I sighed once more through my hands, then glared at Seo Woojin through the V-shaped gap in my fingers.
"...Hey."
"Yeah."
"The juice... uh, never mind."
One word. No. Just to say this one thing.
"...Let's do it. The practice."
Whoosh. The sound of the shower running from behind the door. I lay there, sighing blankly, using the sound that had been going on for ten minutes as background noise.
It seemed okay at the PC bang. I’d seen a pretty hot side of Lee Jiyoon, struggling to bring up the topic of sex while waiting for the right moment. But the text I sent her during the day... the more I think about it, the more I regret it. Should I say I was too cold when I initially rejected her?
"Don't talk crazy about watching while we have sex." Saying that made it seem like I hated 3P, or even just being watched, to the point of disgust. It would’ve been better to pretend to be troubled, asking, "What are you saying, you're making me blush?" That would’ve made Lee Jiyoon think, "Oh, he says he hates it, but he must be interested." She would’ve tried harder to persuade me and Lee Hayoon, right? Asking if just watching from the side was really such a big deal.
"...What a shame."
I should’ve thought about it a bit more before texting. I scratched my hair, which was still slightly damp, and sighed. Well, it doesn't matter, I can always pretend to be defeated and go along with it. Lee Hayoon is just full of energy like a country puppy; she’s not exactly strong-willed... if a horny Lee Jiyoon had clung to her for a few days, she might have broken down quickly. Besides, after showing her sister the act of having sex, her internal barriers would have lowered significantly. If I kept doing things with the two of them, Hayoon and Jiyoon...
I might have actually been able to get fellatio from both of them in turns. I might have been able to feed my semen into their throats one after another. ...Maybe even worse things. I might have been able to do those, too.
"Whew..."
I should bring it up a little later. I cracked my neck, pop, crack, and headed toward the refrigerator, glancing at the bathroom door. Since I hadn't prepared anything useless like a bathrobe, I was just in my underwear, having dried off roughly. I gulped down water in that state.
Ah, it just occurred to me. When I came out after showering first, Lee Jiyoon was completely stunned when I told her to go in with just a towel over her head. Did she think I couldn't see her because of the wet bangs and the towel? Watching her shamelessly scan my body and my cock while stalling for time with useless talk... I thought she was a total madwoman. Ah. She is a madwoman. A madwoman with an affair fetish who only gets horny for her sister's man.
"Phew..."
How should I start? Should I casually bring up, "Do you really have to watch from the side?" Ah. No. Since I’m already playing along with Lee Jiyoon’s pathetic scheme by pretending to be naive, it might be better to act as if I’ve developed an interest late. ...Corruption, I guess. It’s a subject that both men and women like, regardless of gender.
As I continued to ponder and closed the water bottle, the bathroom door, which had only been making the sound of water until now, swung open. She’d taken a towel in, but it wouldn't be enough to cover her whole body. I wondered what she’d come out wearing. She might be confident since she’s already shown me everything. Or she might still be shy.
I closed the fridge door, enjoying the pleasant imagination.
"Jiyoon. Are you done washing?"
"Hey, damn it...! Why, why are you coming out from there!"
"I was drinking water?"
"Make some noise when you move...! I was startled because I couldn't see you suddenly..."
Lee Jiyoon, who wasn't confident or shy, just started getting annoyed the moment she saw my face. Unfortunately, my guesses were all wrong, but I wasn't particularly disappointed. ...After all,
"...Wh, what are you looking at."
"......"
The sight of Lee Jiyoon, soaking wet, struggling to cover her chest with one arm. The sight of her covering from her lower abdomen to between her crotch with the towel I gave her to dry off. The sight of her being embarrassed, her ears turning red, yet trying to act tough because she didn't want to show it to me. The sight of her naturally looking at my lower abdomen, then, seeing I was wearing underwear unlike before, quickly averting her gaze as if she hadn't looked.
Everything. These were all looks that made me want to bury myself to the root, using the excuse of practice.
"If you were going to be like that, you should've taken more towels when you went in."
"...So what. I covered everything. Mind your own business."
"We’ve already seen each other naked anyway, do you really have to cover up that much?"
"Do you walk around naked in front of your family too?"
"Yeah."
"...You never lose a word... Move. Let me dry my hair."
I stepped aside with a smirk, and Lee Jiyoon walked out, biting her lower lip. And she was radiating the scent of the shampoo and body wash I use. ...Ah. Damn it. If I could, I’d want to spend the whole night doing "sex practice" without even drying her hair, but I gulped and held it in. Then, without a word, I grabbed another towel from the drawer and stepped under the noise of that loud hairdryer.
"Hey, damn it... What are you doing, you're getting in the way of drying my hair...!"
"I'm drying your body, aren't I?"
I stood behind Lee Jiyoon to touch that smooth skin to my heart's content.
"I'm almost done drying! You're just using that as an excuse to touch my body..."
"Why? Am I not allowed to touch you?"
"It's not that you're not allowed to, but... it's in the way..."
"Hayoon-noona likes this kind of thing, though?"
"...Sister?"
"Yeah, I dried her body while she was drying her hair yesterday."
"......"
"...It ended up turning into foreplay because I couldn't hold back, though."
A story from before the "call" that Lee Jiyoon didn't know about. As I whispered that under the sound of the turned-off hairdryer, Lee Jiyoon’s whining stopped for a moment. She was clearly contemplating. Since she was having an affair under the guise of "practice," should she go along with my words? Or should she act like her usual self and tell me to get lost instead of being annoying?
Of course, since there was only one definite answer, there was no need to think for long.