Blood Is Thicker Than Water
Yozora has been quiet lately, so she’s the last thing on my mind. Instead, I’ve been busy having a long, private chat with Han Su-a, who came to the infirmary looking hesitant and self-conscious. If I recall correctly, she mentioned that she’s trying to make female friends first because she’s still uncomfortable with the idea of having male friends. Even so, she’s struggling to figure out why everyone seems to find her so difficult to approach. She also worried that if things continue this way, she won’t be of any help to her parents. In the middle of our talk, she seemed to remember something, and she mentioned how glad she was that Yozora, who had been a bit sensitive, had returned to her usual bright self. I gave her some obvious advice—"Why don't you try practicing smiling in the mirror?"—and then carefully added that I might be hard to reach for the next few days. Of course, I didn't tell her the honest reason.
My relationship with Han Su-a is still somewhere between a sex partner and a lover. It’s a bit too early to tell her something like, "I'm off to ruin some girls' lives," isn't it? I haven't even finished breaking her in completely; the most I’ve managed is to pat her head without hesitation. There’s no benefit in revealing my true colors yet. If she were a devious woman like Yozora, maybe... no, forget it. Why am I even thinking about Yozora? I won't have anything to do with her anymore.
"See you next time, Su-a."
"Yes..."
"I'm here during the day anyway, so don't be too disappointed."
"But still..."
"I'll contact you first when I have some free time. Then..."
"...You must. You have to..."
"Yeah, yeah."
I wrapped it up with some pleasant-sounding words, pretending to be a busy man, and saw Han Su-a out. The infirmary fell into silence once more. I wiped the fake smile off my face, checked my left wrist out of habit, and then glanced at the wall. Thirty minutes left until school ends. *Hmm.* I let out a satisfied sigh and stretched my arms.
"..."
I wonder how many condoms I'll need. When will I stop needing them? With the creak of my chair, I began to calculate, feeling quite amused.
***
After sending Lee Hayoon and Lee Jiyoon home first, I stopped by my place for a moment. I wanted to get out of my cumbersome school uniform, and I needed to pack some condoms for the two of them. I opened the drawer and found about ten packs left. That was it. I scratched the back of my neck at the lower-than-expected count and shoved all of them into my crossbody bag. At this rate, they’d be gone in a day or two, so I’d have to order a full box next time. If I put them on the pill, I wouldn't need these condoms at all, but... well, it’s still uncertain if they’d be willing to go that far. Still, there’s no harm in being thoroughly prepared. If they accidentally got pregnant, it would be a headache for them and for me, too. I don't want to see them get pregnant from careless internal ejaculation; I want to see the moment they beg me to impregnate them, and then... on a dangerous day, I’ll spend the whole night ejaculating inside them, completely conquering them. Well, that’s obviously a long way off.
"Whew..."
It’s mid-afternoon in April. The spring chill has passed, and it’s finally warm enough to call it spring. I threw on a thin jacket instead of a coat and headed straight to their house without taking any detours.
Ding-dong. I pressed the old, worn-out doorbell. Click. Before even five seconds had passed, the front door swung open.
"...You're here?"
"...Yeah."
Lee Jiyoon was wearing a very strange expression. Welcome. Expectation. Worry. Excitement. A dirty sense of guilt she couldn't tell her sister about. She was a mix of every emotion. Behind her, Lee Hayoon appeared a beat late, tugging at her sister’s clothes, and they welcomed me into their home.
"Hey, Lee Jiyoon, get out of the way...!"
"...You could have just come as you are, why did you bring a bag?"
"I might need a change of clothes if I get sweaty or something gets on me... and I wanted to bring a few other things I need."
"I said get out of the way...!"
"...Condoms? Or... that..."
"Something like that."
"Are you not listening to me?"
"...Give me the bag. I'll put it in my room."
"Why not leave it in the living room? It's not like you're the only one using it."
"...I'm the only one who's going to use it."
"Hey!"
"It's a hassle to go back and forth. Besides, today... you have to stay in my room anyway."
Lee Jiyoon, who had been stumbling because her sister was pulling her from the front and back, reached out and took my bag, asking if I thought I was her boyfriend. She headed straight to her room, but while I was taking off my shoes, Lee Hayoon snatched the bag from her with absurd ease. Being a magic-type, she probably couldn't win a test of strength against her sister. As I watched the bag head deep into Lee Hayoon's room instead of the living room, I straightened my clothes. Lee Jiyoon scurried over and checked my appearance for me.
"Do you even know how to handle a man's clothes?"
"It just needs to look pretty to my eyes."
"...If someone heard that, they'd think you were his girlfriend."
"We like each other, and we've confessed our feelings, so we're lovers, right? Isn't that so?"
"..."
"Besides, it's... that kind of setup, right? Your sister knows it that way, too."
Whisper, whisper. I whispered things Lee Hayoon shouldn't know. Subtly, she touched my body. Only the parts that didn't really need touching. Little by little. One by one. Devotedly.
"I'm not your girlfriend. I said it was a one-sided crush. It's hard to explain to your sister."
"I know. Do you think I'm oblivious...? And besides, a one-sided crush is more poignant, you know?"
"...Poignant, my ass. You talk like someone who's actually had a one-sided crush."
"...Go to hell, you idiot."
"...Ah, so that was about me. The one-sided crush."
"I said go to hell, you bad bastard."
"Ugh... don't put your finger in my mouth. It's gross..."
"You put your finger in my mouth when we had sex last time, too...!"
...Is that why? Before lunch, I’d sent a text saying, "The setup is that you have a one-sided crush on me," but seeing Lee Jiyoon clinging to me and whispering with a giggle, I almost started to believe it myself.
"...And Lee Jiyoon, why are you touching my chest? You have your own."
"Why? To turn you on."
"What kind of man gets turned on just by having his chest touched?"
"They do it all the time in the adult videos from the neighboring country? The woman climbs on top of the man... and licks him devotedly with her tongue like a cat..."
"Forget it. It's not that I hate it, but there's no need to go that far."
"...Hmm... then does touching you down there turn you on...?"
"More or less."
"...You're simple. It's kind of nice that you're like a fool."
"..."
"Then later, when we do it as a threesome with my sister... I'll just have to suck your cock really hard."
"..."
"And leave the foreplay, like kissing, to my sister."
This Lee Jiyoon... she doesn't just like Seo Woojin, her sister's boyfriend; she just likes Seo Woojin, period.
"Anyway, all done. Shirts look better tucked out of the knit. Just now, you looked a bit like an old man..."
"Is it that bad? An old man?"
"Why, do you want me to call you 'Oppa' instead of 'Old Man'? Like my sister does?"
"...Did I ever tell you that?"
"What are you talking about? You had me on a secret phone call while you were having sex with my sister."
"...Ah."
"Sigh. Forget it. What kind of 'Oppa' are you to me? If anything, you should be serving me as your 'Noona'."
"..."
"What woman in the world would help you have sex with her sister so devotedly? ...I heard men really love this kind of thing."
"..."
"Consider yourself lucky. ...You total pervert."
You’re one to talk. You’re helping me so hard because you want to have sex with me in front of your sister, too.
As I swallowed the obvious true intentions of Lee Jiyoon, who was smiling playfully, Lee Hayoon, who had just come out of the room, cleared her throat.
"..."
"..."
"..."
But she didn't say anything. They just looked at each other, waiting to see who would break the awkwardness first.
"...Ah."
After staring at each other for nearly a minute, Lee Jiyoon finally took the initiative. She tugged at my sleeve, as if to say it was time to go into the room. Perhaps because it was so obvious to Lee Hayoon, who was standing right in front of us, the dark green eyes that had been darting between me and the space beside me shifted downward. It wasn't an atmosphere of permission. Funnily enough, it wasn't an atmosphere of rejection, either. She was just shy. Her ears were flushed red, as if she were imagining what would happen in her sister's room soon. She cleared her throat again, awkwardly, and was busy tapping the floor with the tips of her toes.
"That, you guys, sex, that... Ah, damn it..."
Maybe she had too much to say. I held back my laughter at the sound of Lee Hayoon’s voice, which couldn't quite form a proper sentence. Perhaps trying to provoke her sister, Lee Jiyoon, who had been standing next to me, carefully interlaced her fingers with mine. Lee Hayoon approached and forcibly pulled our hands apart. Then, she said one thing.
"...O-one hour."
"..."
"Come out after exactly one hour."
"..."
A new treaty that hadn't been discussed before popped up. Well, Lee Hayoon is the one lending me out, so it’s not strange for her to change the laws as she pleases.
"W-wait a second. I'll go get the condoms..."
One hour. It’s not a lot of time, but it’s long enough to enjoy ourselves. As I was thinking it wasn't too bad, Lee Hayoon, who had been looking back and forth between us, went into the room. She took a pack of condoms from my bag and... "..." No, not even a pack. She tore open the packaging, and out of the ones inside, she handed us just one. A single condom.
"...Here."
"..."
"...What are you doing? Take it."
"..."
No matter how oblivious I might be, I could roughly guess what that meant. The one hour I felt was a bit short was just a time she was giving out as a favor; she meant for us to finish in about 15 minutes and come out discreetly. I was planning on having sex until past midnight anyway, so it didn't really matter if she only gave me one for now, but...
"...Hey. Why are you grabbing my wrist..."
"Sister."
Lee Jiyoon, who had firmly pressed down on my wrist as I reached for the condom, said,
"You said to do it for an hour, right?"
"...So what?"
"Does Sister... only use one condom in an hour?"
"..."
It seemed she had no intention of acting discreetly at all.
"When I did it with Woojin last time... I think we used nearly two packs in an hour."
"..."
If we’d received my seed more than 6 or 7 times in an hour, that was definitely a time when we’d lost our reason and I was ejaculating inside Lee Jiyoon to my heart's content.
"...Ah. Sister is..."
"..."
After layering a lie of her own over a secret that only Lee Jiyoon and I knew—a secret Lee Hayoon couldn't even imagine—she stood in front of her sister, who was now speechless. Forgetting that this wasn't sex for enjoyment, but sex for parting ways.
"Only that much..."
"..."
Giggle, giggle. She laughed so spitefully that it felt like she was trying to look like her sister, Lee Hayoon, rather than the Lee Jiyoon I knew... making me feel the sensation of them being sisters for the very first time.