[The Price of Fortune]
Once. Twice. Three times. And once more, because it felt like a shame to end it just like that. There was a little time left, so one more time for the road. …Just, one more time. One more. And another. Perhaps it was because I poured my seed into Lee Jiyoon’s most secret place under the excuse of "just one more time," to the point where I lost count.
Now, whenever I pressed my glans against her lips, the voice that used to whisper, "…You pervert," didn't come. The voice that used to stay silent while spreading her labia with two fingers, murmuring, "You already came inside anyway… …It’s fine," didn't come either. The voice that used to pant under me while being filled, whispering, "…Are you tired already? Really? Already?" was gone. The voice that used to giggle, "Even a monkey wouldn't go this far. …You animal," was the same. The voice that used to ask tentatively, "…Did you do it this long with Lee Hayoon, too?" didn't come either.
Instead, all I heard were Lee Jiyoon’s ragged, breathless moans as she was lost in the throes of climax. It was such a stark contrast to the cold Lee Jiyoon of ten years in the future I once knew. Even when I shoved my semen-covered cock into her face, she would only frown slightly, look at my face once, and then give me a devoted cleaning blowjob. It was so different from the future Jiyoon, who would only look at everything with a bored expression and turn her gaze away without interest.
My lower back, which should have been aching, still felt a pleasant, electric tingle.
"Hoo…."
"…Puhap, ha…, haa…, haak…."
…This is insane. Even when I was practicing as a villain, I had never once ejaculated inside someone. Perhaps it was because I went a step further and emptied my scrotum completely into her. The endless sense of conquest filling my brain made me feel like my mind was melting away.
If I had actually done it when they were begging me, scratching at the condom they made me wear to do it raw, today wouldn't have been this satisfying. I almost missed out on this thrill. Those useless sluts.
"…Is it tasty? You’ve been licking really hard since a while ago."
"Shit…, do you think I’m licking this because it’s tasty, you idiot…?"
"No?"
"Do you want to try it too? You’re a guy, so you don’t really know what semen tastes like, right? Here, I’ll kiss you and pass it over, so open your mouth. Hurry."
"Forget it. You don't need to know that for the rest of your life. And I have no desire to know, either."
"…Ha. And yet you put your finger covered in my juices into my mouth earlier…."
"…Did I?"
"Yeah. You did. You asshole…. *Chu-up*…."
"How do you know what was on my hand was your juices? …Did you guess by the taste?"
"Puhup…! *Cough!* *Cough*…!"
"Don't tell me you… alone…."
"The smell, the smell, you idiot…! Because your hand smelled exactly like the smell that comes from my hand when I masturbate…!"
Lee Jiyoon, still being prickly, is far more arousing than those girls who show no emotional connection and just beg for no-condom sex with pathetic, fake cuteness. It’s incredibly arousing how she tries to act as normal as possible even after showing me such a shameful side. It’s maddeningly arousing to see her try to touch her clitoris naturally while I’m stroking her hair and she’s sucking my cock, only to pretend she wasn't and grope my lower abdomen while checking my reaction. It’s sigh-inducingly arousing to see her frown and suck my cock harder as if telling me not to talk, knowing she’s said something embarrassing.
…But, I can’t keep rolling around with Lee Jiyoon in such a vulgar way. A good girl doesn't wander outside the house late at night.
"Let’s wash up. You need to be back by at least 1:00, right?"
"…Pheu…. What time is it now…?"
"Almost 12."
"…Already?"
"Check your phone. It’s right next to you."
"…."
…Of course,
"What are you doing? Get in quickly…."
"…T-together."
"…."
"Let’s go in together…. ……Like we did at my place."
"…."
"…Are you against it…?"
"…I’ll finish as quickly as possible. We don’t have time."
"Yo, you mean the shower, right?"
"…."
"…."
"…Hurry."
"…Okay."
The girl who only pretends to be good in front of her sister is the same way.
Fortune always comes with a price.
'Hmm. Interesting. Why is that?' If someone asked me to provide a logical reason, I honestly wouldn't be able to say anything…. Hmm. Should I call it a woman's intuition? Anyway, as I live, those kinds of thoughts occur to me suddenly.
To give a few examples of things that happened to me recently: Jiyoon suddenly did some light cleaning, so I thought, "Has she matured?" but it turned out she had left the windows open for so long that the air in my room had become exactly the same as the freezing winter air outside. Or the time Jiyoon said, "I did the laundry while I was washing the blankets," and I was genuinely proud enough to shed a tear, only to find she hadn't separated the whites from the jeans, forcing me to turn several pieces of clothing into pajamas. Or the time Jiyoon made her first friend ever, and I was as happy as if it were my own success, only for that friend to turn out to be my boyfriend, and because Jiyoon was stuck at a PC bang with him all evening, I was cut off from him for that entire time.
The more I chew on it, the more strange and fascinating it is. Doesn't it really seem like there’s a set total amount for something as abstract as "luck"? As if, because you took this much in the '+' column just now, you have to take this much in the '-' column someday to maintain balance.
Well…, considering Jiyoon, a homebody gamer, is gradually becoming socialized, a few minor conditions like that aren't so bad…. …Ah. Then, what would happen if I won the lottery? Would I go outside on a rainy day and get a sharp flick on the forehead from a lightning bolt? Or would I get hit by an isekai-bound truck from a novel….
-Beep. Beep-beep-beep-beep.
The river of thoughts flowing haphazardly just before falling asleep ends here. Covered in a cozy blanket, I, who had been melting away, wiggled my body up at the sound of the door lock being pressed from outside. Knowing who it was, I let out a "Haaam," a yawn, and tapped the phone plugged into the charger to check the time.
The number filling the screen, which had suddenly brightened, was.
"…Huh?"
It wasn't the big 12 I was expecting, but a big 1. And it was a 1 with a 30 attached to the back.
"What? It’s 1:30…?"
Earlier, Woojin said he thought he’d be home around 12, but not only was it nowhere near 12, it was 1:30, going even further than what Jiyoon had said? Squinting my eyes at the bright phone light, I turned off the screen again and stretched out long.
Of course, since they say games take a long time per match, I didn't want to make a fuss about a 30-minute discrepancy, but…. What is this? This feeling of wanting to nag him endlessly over a mere 30-minute delay? Is this the heart of a mother who has set a curfew for her daughter?
"…Umm."
…Sigh. No. It must be her first time going to a PC bang with a friend, so she must have played as much as she wanted with Woojin before coming back. It’s a bit much to nag her over something like this. Besides, knowing Jiyoon’s personality, even if I nagged her, she’d just let it go in one ear and out the other. Forget it. Forget it.
Meanwhile, what could have been so fun that she answered my calls half-heartedly and came back this late? The slightly sulky feeling lasted only a moment. *Hruaam*, I let out a yawn, rubbed my eyes, and opened the bedroom door.
"You’re back…?"
"Oh, y-yeah."
Come to think of it, this is the first time in my life I’ve greeted Jiyoon like this. It was always my role to come home relatively late, and Jiyoon’s role to be waiting for me at home, playing games. As I scratched my cheek at the awkward greeting I was giving for the first time, Jiyoon, who was taking off her shoes in the entryway, lost her balance and stumbled, grabbing the shoe cabinet for support.
Since she said she was going to a PC bang, I thought she’d be in slippers, but surprisingly, she was in sneakers. On top of that, the khaki jumper I always saw…, and the black baseball cap I always saw. It was exactly the outfit Jiyoon wore when she worked part-time at the cafe during vacation. I stared at her blankly and tossed out a few words without much thought.
"Jiyoon-ah."
"…S-sorry I’m late. Sister. While playing games with Woojin, we… well…. …Both Nana and Seo Woojin couldn't find a timing to stop, so we kept…, …doing it so much…."
"…? No. That’s fine, but…."
"…Ah. Yeah."
"That… coat from last time? Anyway, why aren't you wearing the clothes you bought when you went with Woojin?"
"…The c-coat, why…?"
It was a question I’d asked without any real thought, but for some reason, Jiyoon was stammering and stuttering heavily. This is the first time I’ve seen Jiyoon act like that. What is it? …Come to think of it, why are her ears so red? It wasn't that cold of a day today, was it? The night air was refreshing when I went to the mart. Is she weak to the cold because she stays home? It also seems like her hair is white, so it stands out well…. Well, whatever. It’s not particularly important.
"Why is it still 'Lee Jiyoon Classic'? Woojin bought you a lot of different clothes back then. Even if it was only about 3 sets."
"…Why would I wear that."
"What do you mean 'why'? Are you going to throw them away?"
"It’s not that I’m throwing them away. …It’s just a bit of a waste."
When I asked while rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand, Jiyoon spoke to me as if she were hesitant and checking my reaction, unlike her usual self. Did she eat something wrong at the PC bang? I pushed aside thoughts like that for a moment and continued, leaning my shoulder against the wall.
"Waste my ass, what exactly is a waste? You buy clothes to wear them, right?"
"…Anyway, it’s a waste. I’ll wear them later."
"It’s almost April and winter is ending, so what are you…."
"Then I’ll wear them next year."
"The trends will change by next year. You fool."
"When have I ever worn clothes while worrying about trends…."
"…Sigh. Yeah, yeah. Do whatever you want…."
"…."
I didn't want to continue the argument, so I cut the conversation short and twirled my hair around my fingertips. I have no idea what she thinks is such a waste. Is it because it’s the first gift from her first friend, so she wants to cherish it? A kid who often swears when playing games, why is she suddenly acting like a heavenly maiden in things like this…. …Well, I’m sure she knows what she’s doing. Yeah. I’m too sleepy to worry about such trivial things.
Kueeung, I stretched, my arms trembling, and before the conversation could veer off track again, I blurted out the question I had intended to ask.
"Anyway."
"…."
"You really didn't say anything weird to Woojin, right?"
"…I didn't."
"I’m going to the infirmary tomorrow and asking him directly."
"Go ahead…."
Maybe it’s because of the time. Jiyoon seemed very sleepy, nodding weakly in response before heading to her room. …Honestly, it was hard to believe her 100%, but it wouldn't change anything if I didn't believe her. Scratching the back of my neck, I just hoped Woojin hadn't fallen for Jiyoon’s words as I entered the bedroom.
"…."
…That night. I think I did something very strange in my dream. But by morning, I couldn't remember a thing.