Practice Sex (3)
"Think whatever you want."
Think whatever I want? ...What is he thinking, telling me that? If I actually let my mind wander to what just happened, he’s going to be in for a surprise. What an idiot.
"Are you going to keep watching that?"
"...I have to check it to make sure nothing weird got recorded."
Seo Woojin, looking a bit exhausted, lies down beside me with a faint smile as I turn onto my side, clutching my phone. ...Is it because he’s a guy? Even lying on his side, his shoulders seem to reach all the way up there. As I’m busy thinking about such trivial things while glancing at his back, he lightly pulls me into a hug.
We aren’t lovers. We aren’t even in a "situationship." We’re just gaming buddies. If I had to add more, he’s just my sister’s boyfriend. And yet, because I’m being held so tightly by a man like that, his cock—still rock-hard despite having ejaculated twice—is pressing against my back instead of my sister’s body.
"You’re the only one who’s going to see it anyway, so do you really need to check?"
"...If it’s embarrassing, I’m deleting it."
"It’s going to be hard not to be embarrassed, isn't it?"
"Then I’ll just delete it."
"Then can’t you send it to me before you delete it?"
"...Why?"
"Why? To use it when I need it, obviously."
"Ah, damn it... Get lost... You pervert..."
I lightly hit Seo Woojin’s back with my fist. He laughs, saying it tickles, and pulls me closer so I can be even tighter against him. This is a bit too intense for skinship between platonic friends. Even for people in a "situationship," this is pushing it. But if someone called this skinship between lovers, most people would probably nod in agreement. Whether he knows that or not, Seo Woojin holds me like a doll and makes a playful comment about watching it together before deleting it. ...Even though he already saw the real thing, not just some recorded video. Pervert.
"...If you say anything weird while watching it, I’m deleting it immediately..."
"Where would I even find the time to say anything weird? It’s just a video of you and me having sex. It’s short, too."
"Sex practice...! You idiot, I told you from the start it was practice...!"
"...Ah, right. Practice."
"You know this is for you to show Lee Hayoon so you can use it properly later, right? Don’t get the wrong idea."
"...Yeah. Sure."
We only mixed our bodies for the sake of sex practice. You might think otherwise, but I’m not cheating on my sister with you behind her back. I’m just doing this because I wanted to help. I pile up excuses that would sound ridiculous to anyone else and press the play button again. Even though the truth is, I’m only doing this because there’s something I want to ask. I’m so dishonest.
"-...You can make moaning sounds now. She hung up the phone."
"-You, damn it, that phone, is that recording...?"
There are two voices. Seo Woojin’s and mine. There are two bodies appearing on screen. ...Seo Woojin’s cock, with love fluids stretching stickily every time he thrusts, and me, flinching lightly every time a small shadow falls over my lower abdomen with the sound of *thwack, thwack*.
There are two vulgar sounds, too. The bed beneath me, creaking with dangerous noises, and the constant *slap, slap* sound as Seo Woojin’s hard lower abdomen slams into my body. But there are three people being mentioned. Seo Woojin. Me. And Lee Hayoon.
The fact that I feel a strange thrill from something as trivial as that must mean my tastes are completely screwed up.
"..."
Perhaps because it was a short video, barely over a minute long, the movements in the video, which shakes slightly, don’t feature much conversation. Seo Woojin thrusts his cock in a few times with force, and the movement ends with him pulling out the condom filled with semen. But the video doesn’t end there. The important part is what comes next.
That’s why I gently place one of my hands on top of Seo Woojin’s hand, which is hugging my stomach, and wait for the latter part of the video. ...Watching myself, flinching from having climaxed so many times, on a recorded video was more embarrassing than I could have imagined, but since it’s come to this, I’m determined to at least get a clear answer from Seo Woojin.
"..."
In the phone, I ask Seo Woojin with a completely melted expression, "Why did you kiss me just now?" There is no answer. The real Seo Woojin beside me is also silent.
"..."
In the phone, I hide my flushed cheeks a beat too late and say, "You’re dating my sister." Naturally, there is no answer. The real Seo Woojin just lets out a "Hmm" sound in my ear.
"..."
In the phone, Seo Woojin—whose face isn’t visible, but whose rock-hard, erect cock is perfectly clear—doesn’t give a definitive answer, saying, "Think whatever you want."
...Now that I think about it, I should have asked him back if I was really allowed to think whatever I wanted. *Sigh.* Forget it. There’s nothing that will change just by regretting it. I can just ask the Seo Woojin behind me directly, can’t I? I’m the only one who can hear his true feelings. My sister isn’t here. I have the advantage.
"...Hey. This."
"Yeah."
"That thing you said, 'Think whatever you want.' ...What did you mean by that?"
I swallow hard to calm my nerves, pause the video, and finally manage to force the words out. To be honest, I’m hoping for an answer like, "Because I like you more than Lee Hayoon." And why wouldn’t I? Seo Woojin has been saying things like that since earlier, hasn’t he? That he likes the fellatio I give him better than my sister’s, or that I tighten around him better than she does. Well, things like that. Besides, he couldn’t even wait while on the phone with her and had sex with me, so isn’t it obvious his heart is leaning toward me? Maybe, just maybe, I might even get a confession from him right now.
...While I was lost in that delusion:
"And you?"
"...Huh?"
"...What do you think it meant?"
"Hey, damn it... Wait..."
Seo Woojin, who whispered that into my ear in a voice that sounded like he was suppressing something, keeps my hand—which had been resting on his—pinned to the back of his hand, and begins to rub my exposed clitoris, asking me back.
"...I don’t know, that’s why I’m ask...ing you. ...You idiot...!"
"...Really?"
"..."
"You must have at least one guess."
I do. Not just one, but a ton, an enormous amount. The compliments that he likes me better than my sister. The reaction I saw when I gave him fellatio. The fact that I was the one who took his virginity, not my sister, or how he looked so incredibly happy the first time I did the Lee Hayoon cosplay and practiced with thigh-smothering. The fact that he doesn’t really like games, which is obvious whenever we play together, yet he hasn’t said a word about it. And the two condoms left casually beside me..., ...the ones filled with his baby seeds. If I didn’t notice with all that, I’d be a fool.
"...You, by any chance, me..."
"..."
But if I say that and he rejects me, saying, "You’re dating my sister, you crazy bastard," then our relationship is over. But if I readily accept it, saying, "You’re dating my sister... Really?" and it turns out that wasn’t what he meant at all, there’s no way to fix it. Unless Seo Woojin says, "I like you more than her" first, the risk is too high. I realized that a little too late, so I hurriedly cut myself off.
"You, by any chance, me, what?"
"W-why are you...!"
"Lee Jiyoon. What were you about to say just now?"
"Ugh, hey, stop shoving your cock in..., ugh..."
"I asked you what you were going to say."
"Wait... How, how am I supposed to answer that right now...!"
No. It’s such an incredibly embarrassing delusion that I can’t tell him. Before I even have a chance to say that, the voice I heard earlier, sounding like he was suppressing something, drills into my ear again. At the same time, Seo Woojin, who had fixed one of my legs—which were lying on their side—against his forearm, starts thrusting his cock in with all his might, so hard that the sound of it echoes in my ears.
"Nngh..., ah...?"
Like he’s not practicing sex, but actually having it.
"I’ll figure it out myself, so spit it out. Answer me."
"Nng, ugh..., I told you I... can’t say it...!"
"Just finish what you were about to say."
"...If I’m wrong, it’ll be so embarrassing, ugh..., I can’t..."
"What is it?"
"I’m not saying it... Ugh...!?"
...Is he really starting to like me more than Lee Hayoon? The risk is too high to assume that. ...But I can’t say anything for fear that this relationship will end if I conclude, "Doesn’t this mean you’ve fallen for me?"
In the end, he just makes me say it myself. The sex that crushes my uterus makes my head hazy. Seo Woojin’s hard arm, which has burrowed under my body, constantly teases my stiffened nipples. Every time my cervix is pounded by that thick glans, my dark green eyes roll back. Between my legs, spread wide like a puppy peeing, love fluids drip down and soak my thighs. It’s the kind of sex my sister, who has a masochistic streak, would love. And so, I, the younger sister of such a person, also fill my head with question marks, my lower abdomen bulging with every *thwack, thwack*, and drool dripping onto Seo Woojin’s bed.
...Then, a voice whispers into my ear.
"...Do you like me, too?"
"...Ugh......"
As I bite my lip and climax at that, Seo Woojin pulls out his fluid-covered cock, grabs my head, and begins to lick my lips affectionately. Telling him to get lost, that I won’t kiss him, that I don’t like him—even though I climaxed at the exact moment that would make him misunderstand, claiming it was just a coincidence, that I’m not a pervert who gets turned on by my sister’s boyfriend—it’s all useless no matter how hard I try to push him away with my elbows. Seo Woojin just leaves his mark on my tightly closed lips. It seems that in his head, Lee Jiyoon has already become "a girl who has fallen for Seo Woojin."
...Well, I suppose if I were him, and a guy was shooting semen everywhere while saying "I don’t like you," I’d never believe him either. Even if a girl is dripping with love fluids and telling him to get lost, there’s no way he’d take it at face value.
"...I asked if you like me, too. Lee Jiyoon."
"..."
"...Damn it, answer me."
"..."
...Ah. The sex practice is completely over. And in such an absurd way, too. Of course, there is one thing he hasn’t caught onto yet. That "a girl who has fallen for her sister’s boyfriend" is a more accurate description than "a girl who has fallen for Seo Woojin," right? ...But what does it matter? Either way, the result will be similar, won’t it? I’ll be fucked senseless by Seo Woojin. Or, I’ll be despised and discarded by Seo Woojin.
"......"
...That’s a relief. Looking at the state of his cock, it seems "fucked senseless" is the correct one.
"...Be..., ...nngh..., phew..."
In the end, instead of answering, I read the room and open my lips, and the mint scent, now much fainter, mixes between our tongues over and over again. I thought he was just pushing in recklessly like a virgin, but he even gently brushes under my lips. When I, unable to watch any longer, poke the tip of my tongue out slightly, he finally engages in a sticky, clinging kiss. I don’t know if he’s skilled or clumsy—I’m just a rookie who hasn’t been a virgin for long myself—but I know one thing. ...That it feels good. So good that I can reach a climax just from the kiss and him teasing my nipples with one hand. My body has become that sensitive.
"Nng..., ugh..., chu-up..."
Seo Woojin, who seems to have no intention of letting me go, as if something in his head just snapped. I leave my lips to him obediently and diligently stroke his cock with my free hand. ...Ah. Damn it. The condom is so annoying. Should I take it off for a second? We aren’t even having sex right now, anyway? ...No. If I don’t have it on, I never know what might happen. Even if it’s a safe day, you never know. Besides, I don’t know if it’s okay to take it off and put it back on. We only have 12 condoms at most. To save even one more, I just grip his cock as it is, uncomfortable, and slam the edge of my hand against his hard lower abdomen with *thwack, thwack* sounds.
...Seeing it twitching and pulsing in my grip already, he must be feeling good. Ah, no, wait. No, no. Since I’m the one stroking him directly, this is just a natural reaction. Do you know how many idiots confessed to me in middle and high school, even though they’d never even spoken to me once? ...Probably twice as many as my sister? Maybe? If they had targeted my sister instead of me..., the chances of them getting to fuck me would have increased just a little bit. They’re idiots. Such idiots.
"...Hoo..., Lee Jiyoon. ...Take your hand off."
"...Ah, was it... not good? I thought you liked it..."
"I’m going to thrust into the places you like until you pass out, so take your hand off."
"...Ah. ......Okay."
...Wow. He’s really turned on. I flinch for a moment at the atmosphere, which has changed completely from before. Seo Woojin, who has fixed my thighs firmly in place, begins to thrust his erect cock in like a madman. He even uses the arm that’s holding my thighs to tease and punish my clitoris.
"Hey, damn it... This, don’t do this... No..."
"You’re tightening your pussy so much, what do you mean 'no'?"
"Because I feel like I’m going to climax right away... Don’t do it... ...Ugh..."
I climax, rubbing the lips that were just being kissed so hard against the soft bedsheets and the duvet. But even though I poured out love fluids like before, and even though he must have felt my thighs trembling from that through his forearm, the pleasure transmitted from below doesn’t stop. As if he wants to see me even more broken, he just keeps thrusting his cock in while squeezing my breasts. That’s why I can only convey my voice, stumbling with tears welling up in my eyes, to him as he holds me from behind.
"Seo Woojin, I’m sorry, I’m sorry for lying all this time, so please, just a little softer..."
"..."
"...Ah. ......Damn it.... ...Nngh..."
Being fucked helplessly without offering any resistance is an atmosphere that only a masochist like Lee Hayoon would like. Having that atmosphere forcibly shoved into my head, I gasp for air toward the ceiling. Does he think I’m using my sister as an excuse to teach him my own tastes? A pretty decent guess for a head so hazy from being fucked, but that’s all it is.
"......Chu-up..., chup..."
While being kissed with my head held by Seo Woojin, while having my clitoris, swollen from being turned on by him, stimulated, and while accepting his cock so diligently that my lower abdomen bulges with every *thwack, thwack*—even if I’m not a masochist who enjoys that kind of thing, I have to keep my mouth shut and become a cock-fleshlight.
"...Since when?"
"...Wh-what, since when..."
"Since when did you like me?"
"I don’t know...! Damn it..., you just develop feelings when you meet often... Nngh..."
"Then it must have been before you brought up the sex practice."
"...I-it was, probably.... Eek..."
"Around the time I treated your headache. When we played games together. When we practiced dating."
"Nng..., probably.... About..."
One by one. One by one. As the things I wanted to hide are exposed one by one, I offer my soaked pussy to my sister’s boyfriend.
"Then the thigh-smothering you did, saying you’d practice in my sister’s room, must have been because you wanted to show off in your own way."
"...Shut up.... It’s embarrassing..."
"It’s okay. You were damn cute back then."
"I said shut up..., nng-hek..., nngh..."
"Ah, did you say you were going to leave saliva back then? The excuse about sucking my cock was also damn absurd."
"Nng, ugh..., hik..."
One by one. One by one. As I hear about the past, which looked a little different from each other’s perspectives, my defenseless uterus is crushed, *thwack, thwack*.
"...Look this way."
"...Chup..."
Like that, little by little, I take off the mask and show my honest self. ...Of course.
"...To be honest, I think my sister is better at kissing."
"...Don’t talk about my sister right now. ...You idiot."
To my sister. It’s a secret.