Blood Is Thicker Than Water (5)
Maybe… was I being too pushy? It wasn’t like Jiyoon, who had just graduated high school last year; it had been a year since I graduated, and here I was, digging out my old school uniform to wear. Was it possible that it didn’t actually suit me, and he was just giving me a compliment to be nice? When I opened the door a crack to show him my uniform, there was that gap of less than three seconds where he just stared at me without a word. …Wasn’t he just trying to figure out what kind of answer I wanted to hear?
“...Ugh... so embarrassing...”
I don’t know. But just because the room was quieter than I expected didn’t mean I could just sit still—I was too anxious for that. Of course, I wasn’t exactly worried, but I felt like I had to do something. And besides, the deciding factor was that stuff I saw on Woojin’s… thing… when he was standing in front of the fridge earlier. …When a woman feels it intensely, that… stuff… that leaks out of her… onto his….
…Ugh… is that… seriously… juices? That word feels a bit vulgar. Ugh…. Anyway, I was slightly relieved because they were having sex so quietly, but that just meant Jiyoon was completely satisfied with that alone. Even in less than thirty minutes.
“...I’m not even like that….”
Could Jiyoon be significantly more sensitive than other women? Is she the type who feels everything intensely, even if she’s just being tickled softly with a fingertip or just lying still while being penetrated? I squeezed my thighs together, imagining what had happened inside Jiyoon’s room, which I hadn’t seen with my own eyes. Of course, I’m not exactly insensitive myself. If anything, I’m closer to the sensitive side. Just last night, for instance, when I left embarrassing traces on Woojin’s bed. When I was pinned down by his excitement and ravished like a beast… when he pressed hard against the place where his semen shouldn’t have gone… the way that slick, viscous fluid stretched like a thread between his lower abdomen and my buttocks. It’s all still vivid in my mind. If I needed to, I could probably masturbate to the memory alone.
But did I ever dirty the base of his cock like Jiyoon did, just in the time it took to use one condom? No, that was definitely not the case.
“....”
Regardless of whether the sex felt good or bad, she must have done that because she truly likes him. Jiyoon, I mean. Likes Woojin.
“...Sigh.”
Why did it have to be Woojin? I understand the situation, but really, why him? It’s not just any woman; it’s my own younger sister. Seriously. I was done kicking my feet against the bed. I spun around, brushing back my disheveled bangs, and stared at the wall where Jiyoon’s room was, letting out a heavy, complicated sigh. …Of course, it’s 100, 1,000 times better than meeting some weird guy from a game. But why does it have to be my boyfriend? When half the world is made of men….
“....”
Thump, thump.
Just as I was sighing, wondering when it would end, I heard someone’s footsteps on the other side of the wall. I briefly worried that the lady downstairs would come up if they didn’t walk quietly, but that thought vanished as Jiyoon’s sweet, melted voice followed.
“Hey. Seo Woojin. Water. I want to drink first….”
“…Here.”
“Thank you….”
The damp, heavy voice of someone who had just woken up after gaming until dawn. The cold, indifferent voice that told me not to talk to him because he wasn’t interested. The sharp voice that told me his head hurt and to be quiet for a moment. None of those voices I knew were coming from the other side. Instead—
“…Why are you drinking straight from the bottle?”
“Pffft…. It’s my house’s water anyway, so why? …Oh, an indirect kiss? Something like that?”
“....”
“Hmm…. We’ve already done real kissing, so why are you like that? Pfft….”
Affectionate. It made me want to laugh out loud, wondering if the person talking like that was really my sister.
“...Ah, Noona.”
“....”
Click.
When I opened the door and peeked my head out, I saw the two of them whispering to each other. A belt dangling from his waist. In contrast, his pants were pulled up and fastened properly. He was a sweat-drenched man with his remaining clothes draped over his arms instead of being worn. And next to him, a woman who wasn’t even embarrassed, wearing neither a bra nor panties. Their two very different gazes turned toward me at the same time.
“....”
…One of them was just as affectionate as usual. But the other one.
“....”
Satisfaction. Mixed with a sense of superiority that she didn’t even try to hide. …You were the one who borrowed Woojin from me, Lee Jiyoon. As if the roles were reversed. How cheeky.
“Noona. First, that… everything you received earlier, use it all….”
“...Give it to me.”
“Yes. Wait…, ah, and Lee Jiyoon.”
“Yeah?”
“Put some clothes on. Here. I’ll lend you this.”
“...Ah, okay.”
“....”
Score: 1 to 0. I barely managed to suppress a laugh watching Jiyoon get scolded by Woojin. He tossed his shirt to Jiyoon and walked toward me. Then, he opened his lightly clenched fist. Right in front of my eyes.
“...It’s dirty, so just look with your eyes. …Here.”
“....”
He held out three condoms that looked incredibly sticky, covered in transparent fluid. Three condoms used so much that the tips had become blunt from the jelly-like semen inside. …Strangely, the more I looked at them, the more I just stared blankly, thinking things like, ‘That much…?’ He had done this with Jiyoon. Three times in less than an hour. He had ejaculated such concentrated semen. And in turn, Jiyoon had felt it so intensely that the condoms were soaked through.
“....”
Had I ever made Woojin feel that good? Didn’t the condoms after being with me always contain only about half that amount? Because that thought kept rolling around in my head, the score in my heart, which I had started on my own, became a 1-to-1 tie. …Actually, if you consider the shock each of us would receive, it would easily exceed 1 to 50, so I quickly erased the score from my mind.
“I’ll go throw these away. It’s a bit much to keep holding them.”
“...Where?”
“Jiyoon’s room, obviously….”
“...Forget it. There’s a trash can in my room, too.”
Over Woojin’s shoulder, I could see Jiyoon pulling her hands out of the sleeves, the wide, snow-white fabric flapping as the shirt was clearly much too big for her. I glanced at the sight, then looked away, pretending I hadn’t seen it, and snatched the condoms from Woojin’s hand. Throwing these in the trash can in Jiyoon’s room? Absolutely not. She’s a pervert who picks fights with her sister in a situation I created for them to break up without regrets—who knows what she’d do with them? So, I’m confiscating them. Afterward, I glanced at Jiyoon, who was sniffing the shirt as if checking for the smell of sweat, and said:
“Don’t just stand in front of me like that, come inside. And Jiyoon, you….”
“Yeah?”
“...That’s it for today. You know, right?”
“Yeah.”
“....”
Huh. She’s giving up more cleanly than I thought. I assumed she’d be incredibly clingy next to him…. Maybe she’s just saying that. By the time that thought crossed my mind, Jiyoon was already walking back to her room on her own. She was even waving her hand as if saying goodbye. …She’s probably like that because her sex with Woojin isn’t over today. It’s only been one day out of fourteen, after all. I’ll let my sister have today. That kind of feeling. It was as if she had the cute notion that if she went all the way, she would win, and that she could easily win Woojin’s heart over to her side….
“....”
If that’s the case, I have my own methods. Because the one who knows Woojin’s tastes best isn’t you—it’s me, his girlfriend.
“Hoo….”
I was done staring at Jiyoon’s closed door while gripping my own. Letting out a nervous sigh, I trotted over to Woojin, who was looking around my room as if he were sightseeing.
“...W-what are you looking at? There’s nothing much to see in my room….”
“Ah. That doll over there. It’s cute.”
“Oh, which… one?”
“...It’s hard to choose. But if I had to, that white teddy bear on the far left….”
“....”
“....”
Then, I naturally pressed my body against his side. We weren’t close enough for our skin to touch, but we were close enough to faintly feel each other’s body heat. Because Dabin told me that last time. Women aren’t that different, but men especially have nothing but sex on their minds. So if you give them even the slightest opening, they’ll interpret it themselves and try to strip you naked without rhyme or reason. Then it’s over. So next time, tell me the story of your first time with that secret boyfriend of yours.
“....”
“....”
…Was it effective? His gaze, which had been fixed on the dolls until just a moment ago, was now pouring straight onto me. Onto my ponytail, tied back as usual. Onto the small ear piercing I always wore. Onto the high school uniform I was wearing, which smelled faintly of a different air freshener than usual.
“Noona.”
“...Yes. Oppa.”
Titles that didn’t match. Before I could even feel embarrassed by that, I felt his reaction right beside me. Of course, just because I called him ‘Oppa’ didn’t mean he immediately got a hard-on or anything like that. He just turned his head slightly, let out a slow sigh, and his hand, which had been still, lightly clenched and unclenched. But even with such a small change, I had ‘expected’ it, just in case. Because I was a little bothered by the score I was losing to Jiyoon. …I didn’t want to lose. So I went for it.
“...Hey, Oppa.”
“...Yeah.”
“Since Jiyoon isn’t here, there’s something I wanted to ask you…. …I have.”
“...What is it?”
Extremely awkward formal speech. Surprisingly convincing casual speech. My voice getting smaller and smaller. And, …family. Containing Jiyoon’s only-known, embarrassing sexual preference.
“...You know when you usually fuck me, Oppa….”
“....”
“Ah, no. Rather than that….”
“....”
“...Sunbae, when you usually fuck me….”
Not Woojin, who treats me like a Noona as usual, but thoroughly like a younger sister, just like when we had sex last time. Since I’m wearing a uniform…, …like a junior. …If he thought of me as a junior he met in high school who likes things a bit lewd.
“I feel like you’re… holding back a little.”
“....”
If he thought of me as just a fuck-toy he uses whenever his sexual desire boils over. I had a small expectation that maybe he wasn’t having sex with me gently like he always did, but rather, like he often looked up in porn, he might just fuck me however he wanted until he was satisfied.
“...I want you to be rougher, but I feel like you’re holding back because you’re worried about me….”
“....”
I fidgeted with my folded hands, watching his reaction. “It’s okay.”
“....”
“...I’m, really. Okay.”
“....”
Because I’m the one who knows Woojin’s tastes better than Jiyoon. And I’m the one who suits those tastes well. …Rather than you, who has sex so purely that no sound leaks out the door, even though your younger sister is in the house. Even though you know you just had sex with that sister. I, who laugh embarrassingly, asking you to fuck me according to your tastes so that your sister can hear everything,
“I actually… really like… being treated roughly by you, Oppa….”
“....”
……He would like it much, much more.