The Same Room
Background: OK. Script: OK. Situation: OK. The scenario itself is, well, not bad. It’s a familiar flavor, one I’ve used a few times when masturbating, but that’s fine. Just because you know a piece of meat tastes good doesn’t mean you won’t eat it, right? If anything, because I know it so well, I want to eat it even more.
"Seo... nbae. Why, why is it still so hard...?"
Today, I am a diligent 16-year-old high school girl who has only ever known how to study. Today, you are an 18-year-old high school boy who has lived his life freely fucking any girl who turns him on. The scenario: I bumped into you at a school hallway corner, and because you claimed I broke your phone screen, you dragged me to your house... and made me pay with my body. If you looked for something similar, you’d find dozens of them already—it’s a scenario that doesn’t even reach B-grade. It’s a shame, because if I’d put more thought into it, I could have made it more arousing, but... whatever. Even just this is enough for me to enjoy it to the fullest.
"Is it that strange?"
"I... in... health class... they said once you do it, it’s too hard to do more..."
Haa, haa. As I lay on my side, gasping for air as if my breath might cut off, a condom that hadn’t been tied properly was tossed onto my breasts. That makes three used condoms already. The time elapsed... in my estimation, about 30 minutes. The same amount as Jiyoon. A little faster than Jiyoon. ...My victory.
"The teacher said?"
"A... friend..."
"What kind of friend? A guy? A girl?"
"...A girl... Ah, that... a friend... who has a boyfriend..."
"...She’s pitiful, too. Dating a guy like that because she likes him."
As I caught my breath, pulling down my school uniform that had rolled up to reveal my underboob, Woojin—no, Sunbae—who had exhaled a relaxed breath, reached for a new condom at my bedside. He put the new one on his cock, which he’d wiped off with my skirt, and then, as if prying open a gap, he pushed firmly against one of my thighs while I was lying on my side. He lewdly pressed against my entrance, which was soaked with arousal fluid.
"...It’s normal to do it several times a night if you’re turned on, you idiot."
"......Ah..."
"If she passes out after just once, that guy must be a bit lacking."
"..."
"What kind of man is that? It’s embarrassing."
Ahaha. His delinquent act is terrible. As I swallowed that thought, my entrance, already trained to fit his shape, was stretched wide by his glans. But contrary to my expectations, instead of thrusting in deeply, he just inserted the tip, squelch, squelch, teasing me. I wish he’d do it intensely like when I was on all fours earlier, but I couldn’t say that now and break the immersion. I pressed my lips together and looked up at him.
"...Are you... going to... do it again...?"
"..."
"Please... *sob*... send me home..."
Even though I was already clutching the pillow, waiting for it. Even though my nipples were standing stiffly despite there being no particular stimulation. Even though I wasn’t shedding tears, but only letting out heavy, satisfied sighs. Pretending I didn’t want to. Pretending I wanted to go home. Shamelessly. ...Maybe that’s why.
"...Nngh?! ...Ugh......"
Sunbae, who had only been rubbing near my clitoris until a moment ago, started thumping against my cervix with his glans. While I was busy being happy, clutching the pillow at my head, he added light insults on top of it, asking if a girl who wanted to go home should be making a face like that, or if I was just doing it to turn his cock on. When I replied not with "I’m sorry," but with the kind of lies he likes to hear, he said:
"...Hey. Lee Hayoon."
"Ye, ye-he..."
"Keep your tongue in. Catch your breath properly before you answer. I don’t like it when you try to gloss over things."
"I understand..."
With one hand interlaced with mine, he ground his hard lower abdomen against my throbbing clitoris and asked:
"...Should I forgive you?"
"..."
"You said you wanted to go home, right?"
"...Ah, um..."
"I could just satisfy you here and send you home. If that’s what you want."
"...Hic... higik......"
He pulled out the cock that had been forcibly stretching my vaginal walls... and when it was about halfway out, he looked down at my expression of involuntary disappointment. Thump... thump... He squeezed my trembling hand, which was interlaced with his, and enjoyed the sound of my lewd moans leaking through my clenched teeth right in front of him. Then, he thrust it back in, as if branding the shape of his cock into my cervix, and whispered sweet words into my ear.
"Until a moment ago, I was going to fuck you until you were broken into my taste..."
He stimulated the inside of my lower abdomen—right below the navel—so intensely that I mistakenly thought I could hear the sound of it thumping. He forcibly injected me with pleasure that felt like it would shatter my skull.
"...There are plenty of other girls who turn me on besides you, Hayoon."
"..."
"A junior. Or, well, someone in the same grade."
...He whispered something that felt strangely deliberate for a roleplay.
"...Who... is the girl... who turns you on...?"
"Why are you curious about that?"
He thrust into the back of my cervix, leaving me with pleasure that turned my mind blank.
"If you’ve... fucked me like this... you can tell me..."
"...There is someone. Someone my age."
"..."
"If I had to say... *huff*... she’d be your... sister."
When I asked who it was, he gave an answer that, quite coincidentally, reminded me of Jiyoon.
"What’s her name...?"
"What are you going to do if I tell you?"
"I’ll tell on you... for being a rapist psycho... ...Nngh?! Ugh......♡"
"Doesn’t matter. She knows that about me and still sees me. ...She says she likes that even more."
While my thighs were twitching in spasms, he licked my lips, which were dripping with saliva from my moaning, like a lover. Even while I was climaxing, spilling arousal fluid, he didn’t care and thrust his hips like a madman.
"...So. ...Do you want to go home?"
"..."
He changed the subject as if what he’d just said was a joke. The answer to that was, of course:
"..."
"..."
Silence. A slightly long silence. Just tightening my pussy... in silence.
"..."
Was it because I’d said something that was no different from "Please, Sunbae, rape me more as you please"? ...Hic, I swallowed my breath.
"...Ah, Sunbae... It’s deep...♡"
Because Sunbae forcibly kissed me. Because Sunbae forcibly poured his saliva into my mouth. Because Sunbae grabbed my breasts and thrust his cock roughly, as if breaking a toy he’d been playing with.
"Ah, then should I thrust shallowly?"
"..."
"...You’re shutting up again. Just like before."
"...I, that is..."
"What is it?"
"...Hey, if you thrust shallowly, well..."
"..."
"...It ends late..."
"..."
"I, I want... it to end... quickly..."
Sunbae let out a dry laugh and pressed firmly against my thighs.
"Hayoon-ah. You seem to be under a misunderstanding..."
"...?"
"It doesn’t matter to me if I thrust shallowly."
"...Eh, ...Ah, um, well..."
"Just be honest. It’s just you and me here, right?"
"..."
As if that wasn’t enough, he changed his position entirely, pressing down on both my thighs as he thrust. He whispered to me, who was turning my head away in shame, to look straight at him. To look straight at how much was left before his cock... was thrust in to the very end.
"...If you’re honest, I’ll make you my sex partner."
"..."
"If you don’t want to, well, just take the phone money for today and go."
"..."
I, who had become completely heated. I, who had been satisfied.
"..."
I reached out one hand. Instead of pushing Sunbae away, I grabbed his cock—the root that hadn’t been able to enter yet—as if I wanted to warm it up.
"...Chup, chueu... eub... beub...♡"
How should I be conquered next time to make Woojin happy? How should I resist, how should I fawn over him to make him like it? ...What kind of Hayoon should I be, being fucked by what kind of Woojin, to feel good? I pondered it happily.
186. A night in full bloom. After finishing a pleasant bathroom fellatio session with Hayoon, we returned to the bedroom, smiling awkwardly at each other. So, probably... roughly two boxes of condoms... maybe a little more. I didn’t count exactly, but I loved her for a long time, at least more than I did with Lee Jiyoon. All the way until Hayoon stopped reciting the cute lines she’d prepared to turn me on and instead just let out genuine moans while spilling her arousal fluid. ...At this rate, Lee Hayoon should be satisfied enough. She won’t have an inferiority complex about lagging behind her younger sister. I smiled, feeling good about the satisfying result, and left my body to Hayoon’s hair dryer.
"...Shouldn’t the man do this first?"
"Forget it. It’s fine if the older sister does it first."
"Until a moment ago, you were clearly..."
"Th-that was just me catering to your taste!"
"...Hmm."
"I’m the older sister. Older sister. Treat me with respect usually. Got it?"
"..."
"You, who’s eaten one less bowl of rice cake soup than me... Ugh..."
If the boyfriend attaches himself to the younger sister from the start, she’ll kick me out before I can slowly break her down. ...I’m planning on the three of us rolling around together within a few days at most, so that can’t happen. It’s most important to plant the thought, "Still, I’m being loved more than her." Giving her firm trust would be the second most important thing. As for Lee Jiyoon, who’s watching from the side... well, she’s practically an accomplice. Even if I don’t explain it in detail, she probably has a vague idea of why I’m doing this. Instead of worrying about her, I just need to focus on Hayoon, the prey for both of us. Just as a person with two eyes is treated as strange in a country of one-eyed people, if she keeps getting stuck between the two of us, she’ll slowly... crumble on her own.
"Ah, Woojin-ah. Do you want to stay for dinner?"
"Is that okay? If I stay, won’t the calculations for the food you’ve prepared get complicated?"
"It’s fine! We have instant rice, too!"
"Hmm... then, well..."
From the inside out. I spent a while brushing and drying her hair with the comb Hayoon handed me. Thinking it was roughly dry, she left my arms and headed to the living room. I thought it might have been better to put on some clothes, but... it’s her house, so it doesn’t matter. Naked aprons are a classic, and they’re nice to look at, too. I hurried my steps to follow her with pleasant thoughts.
"The stew... is left over. Could you check if there’s rice? There should be, but I’m worried about the amount."
"Just a moment."
Beep. With a familiar sound, I opened the rice cooker to check, and there was at most two servings left. While I was putting the instant rice Hayoon handed me—after she’d turned the gas valve—on top of the microwave so it could be heated when needed...
"...Sister. Put some clothes on."
Lee Jiyoon, who let out a slow sigh, walked out of the room. Still wearing only the shirt I’d given her. "Isn’t it embarrassing to walk around like that when Seo Woojin is here?"
"You, you’re only wearing that much, too... Besides, you were clearly earlier, too...!"
"That was just because I came out to drink some water for a moment. You, sister, look like you came out to prepare dinner."
"...Ah, um..."
"And what’s wrong with this? My nipples aren’t showing. Unless you deliberately lift the shirt, you can’t see anything anyway?"
"Hey, what, what are you doing! Don’t try to lift it, hurry and cover it...!"
Hmm, Lee Jiyoon let go of the hem of the shirt she’d been pulling up with a sigh. Soon, she glanced at me and approached me with light steps.
"...Are you staying for dinner?"
"...Yeah."
"If you go, are you going straight home?"
"I suppose so. I don’t really have anywhere else to go."
"...Hmm..."
Since Hayoon is next to us, it’s best to keep a reasonable distance. It’s fine to be close, but it’s safest to keep a minimum line. In that sense, I took a step back.
"..."
"..."
One step. Lee Jiyoon approached the same amount. ...Even when I signaled with my eyes to look at her sister’s expression in front of the gas stove, she only stared steadily up at my eyes.
"Sister."
"...Yeah?"
"Is it okay if I go out tonight and come back?"
"...Go out... what?"
"I just made plans, so I’m going to go see a friend."
"...Plans? Just now?"
"Yeah. I think I might be back a little late..."
To her sister, who was barking behind her back. She picked a fight openly. She took one step closer.
"Cr... crazy, there’s no way I’d allow something like that...!"
"Okay. Then I won’t go out."
"...Ah?"
"I can just play games at home like usual."
"..."
With her usual expressionless face. She gently pulled up the shirt she’d stopped lifting in front of Lee Hayoon just a moment ago. So that only I could see. She showed me the graffiti on her lower abdomen, written in crooked, upside-down letters: 'Cum inside possible.' ...She even showed me the cute, feminine graffiti written a little higher, next to her navel: 'A bad affair cock that reaches up to here.'
"It’s a shame... I feel stifled just staying at home..."
"You’re always at home. ...It’s obvious you’re just doing that to have sex with Woojin...!"
When she turned around to talk to her sister, she pulled the hem of the shirt back down to cover all the graffiti. ...Absurdly. With her mouth, she said:
"That’s not it?"
"...?"
"He’s too big, so it hurts when we do it. ...Even if I wanted to, I can’t do it that often."
"...Ah, right... Woojin is big... isn’t he..."
"Pfft... suddenly so gentle... *ahem*, um. It doesn’t hurt much for you, sister? ...Is it because you’re used to it?"
"...Sh, shut up..."
"...I’m jealous. I should have met him sooner than you."
She was acting out the ideal 'younger sister' I had wanted from the start. The kind of younger sister who has feelings for her sister’s boyfriend but knows her place, so she just smacks her lips, yet doesn’t give up.
"Haa... Ah, what’s for dinner?"
"...Leftovers from this morning."
"This morning... what was it?"
"So, soybean paste stew and... that..."
...In her hand behind her back, she made a V-sign with two fingers, waving it back and forth as if to make sure I saw it.