The Trap is Set
The 14 days I’d managed to secure under the guise of "breaking up" with Lee Jiyoon. After spending the first day in a way I found reasonably satisfying, the second day arrived.
"Hey, Seo Woo-jin... kiss me..."
"...Where did that 'Oppa' go, the one you were calling me just like your sister?"
"...Shut up and kiss me. ...Hurry."
"..."
"...Nngh, ah..."
It goes without saying, but not much had changed just because a single day had passed. ...Ah. If I had to pick one thing, it would be that Lee Jiyoon, who had secretly prepared a high school uniform, was blatantly acting like Lee Hayoon from yesterday.
"Stockings are disposable anyway... ...Ah. Just push the panties to the side... Nngh..."
"..."
"...Does it feel good? It feels... bigger than yesterday..."
"...Yeah. It feels good. It’s like I’m having sex with you from last year."
"Pfft... Lolicon, you're disgusting... ...Should I wear twin-tails? I could borrow my sister's hair ties...?"
"Stop playing around. ...I'm pulling your skirt up a bit more."
"...Sure. My sister... wouldn't be able to do... nngh... things like this..."
"Things like this?"
"Throwing away the condom you went through the trouble of preparing, and... having raw sex..."
"...Why do you think she wouldn't?"
"My sister is stubborn about weird things... so she’d never let you... nngh..."
"...If she saw you acting like this right next to her, she might just give me permission."
"...Then let her see right now. She might be right behind the door, you know?"
"Next time. If I showed her now, she’d cut me off. ...And you wouldn't like that either."
"...Ahaha. You perverted bastard..."
Perhaps she remembered what she’d overheard from Hayoon’s room yesterday, because she started calling me "Oppa," a term that didn't suit her at all. Unlike with Hayoon, we did it without a condom. I drove into her until the school shirt and skirt were soaked in white, sticky fluid. The fact that her moans were a bit louder could also be considered a difference from yesterday.
"...Does your sister know? That you took out your high school uniform and hid it under the blanket."
"How would she know? You idiot... ...Nngh..."
"What are you going to do about the smell? This."
"I don't... know... Anyway, unless I'm doing cosplay sex with you, nngh... there's no reason to... take it out..."
"Hoo... You have to do the laundry, at least. And put it back where it belongs."
"I'll take care of it, ngh?! ...Ah, I'll take care of it, so... just shut up and thrust... ...Oppa..."
"...If I just shut up and thrust, you keep fainting. Over and over."
"That's because you're so damn big... and you cum so... much... Haah... Is it because you're a Healing-type...?"
Aside from those two things, nothing much had changed. Just like on the first day, I received a pack of condoms from Lee Hayoon, went into the room with Lee Jiyoon, and had sex until I was sick of it for an hour straight. If I counted the number of times I ejaculated inside her, it would be around three or four times. If I included the semen she "accidentally" drank or spilled, which I’d extracted with my mouth and hands to avoid suspicion because our fluids were mixed, it might have barely reached double digits. Since Hayoon, who could only listen from outside, would mistakenly believe I’d only ejaculated three times, it didn't matter how many times I came in here, as long as I "treated" Hayoon with the utmost care afterward.
Afterward, I put my mask of being a "good guy" back on and catered to Lee Hayoon's tastes. Aside from the fact that I’d intentionally focused on *portio* sex to develop her erogenous zones as much as possible—since I hadn't been able to fully develop her as I’d planned—it was just an ordinary day. We ate dinner together, I watched Lee Jiyoon sit at the table and poke at her sister, and after returning home, I played games with her just like always.
Day 2. And then,
"..."
Hayoon, who was preparing dinner, seemed to be in a bit of a bad mood. When the third day passed, which was quite different from the first and second days.
- Click
"Ah, it's you, Noona. What's up this morning?"
"..."
"...Noona?"
"..."
"What is it? Why is the atmosphere..."
"Woo, Woojin-ah...!"
"...Yes?"
"Th-that... Haah..."
Exactly on the fourth day. In the quiet infirmary.
"Jiyoon... ...you know?"
"...Yes."
"...Can't you stop seeing her... just after today?"
...For the first time, I got a bite.
Calling it "Operation 187" was a bit grand, but my initial plan could be summarized in one line: use Lee Jiyoon to stimulate Lee Hayoon's jealousy. Of course, I didn't have 100% confidence it would succeed, and I always kept in mind the possibility that things wouldn't go according to plan, but if it did succeed, I had hoped for a simple flow like, "Have sex with me a lot more, right in front of her."
...Unfortunately, things didn't turn out exactly as I wanted.
"Is it because of what Jiyoon says to you whenever we eat?"
"That's part of it, but...!"
"..."
"...I was being incredibly, incredibly considerate because I was worried it would be hard to make a clean break..."
Does that mean she has a lot of pent-up frustration? Or is she worried that things will fall apart? Lee Hayoon, who timidly tapped the infirmary desk, looks up at me blankly. Then, she rests her chin on her folded arms.
"Lately, it feels like she's moaning loudly on purpose for me to hear... and even yesterday, the amount of semen inside the condom... comparing it like that... It’s almost like she’s acting out because she knows the breakup is inevitable..."
Perhaps she hadn't fully woken up from her morning sleep, as she swayed slightly. She spills out everything she’d been unhappy about, like she was gossiping behind Jiyoon's back, who wasn't here.
"You know, like that thing where you think about what you'd do if you were going to die tomorrow?"
"Yeah. I think I know what you mean."
"...Really. Lee Jiyoon... Haah..."
"..."
I know it well. I’ve already died once, so I’m living my life with the mindset that I could die again tomorrow. Anyway, it seems the things Jiyoon poked at have really piled up. I rubbed my lips, pretending to be troubled, and let out a groan while hiding my expression with my hand. This situation. It’s an opportunity. It’s just unfortunate that it didn't come in a neatly refined state like someone feeding me, but rather in the form of jealousy or annoyance, like "Stop seeing Jiyoon." So the problem is how to use this...
"..."
One. Take Lee Jiyoon's side. Without needing to think deeply, that’s a *bad move*. There’s no point in pouring oil on the fire; out of 100 paths, only one might help me, so it’s a method I’m cautious to choose. If I were good at reading people's psychology or had abilities in that area, it would be different, but I’m just a Healing-type. And I’m not exactly smart, either.
Then, two. Take Lee Hayoon's side. It’s better than the former, but that’s not a perfect solution either. ...Because it’s based on the premise of ending the relationship with Lee Jiyoon. This is difficult. I want to put both of you in the same bed, not separately. I want to make that a habit for you two. A promise with me. What would be the most ideal way to do this?
"..."
...Ah. Rather than taking either of their sides.
"...Haah..."
While I was working my slow-moving brain hard, Lee Hayoon, who had let out a sigh as if the earth were collapsing—as if it had become a habit—laid her head on her arms on the infirmary desk right next to me. She held my finger tightly and played with it for a long time.
"...Hey, Woojin-ah."
"Yes."
"Woojin-ah."
"I'm listening."
"Jiyoon... ...she is pretty, isn't she?"
"...Yes."
"...So, couldn't she make a boyfriend if she put her mind to it? If she just lowered her standards a little?"
She lists reasons why it would be good if she dated another man. ...Well, I suppose so. Even in front of the camera or in real life, she always showed a rude attitude, but she had a ton of fans on internet communities who claimed that was her charm. If she put her mind to it, she could easily pick out a man. A handsome face. A good body. Maybe someone even better than me.
...But that girl is a crazy bitch who lusts after her sister's boyfriend... so if it's not her sister's boyfriend, she'll never be satisfied. If it’s not a man for show, but a man to truly satisfy her sexual desires. Even more so.
"I suppose so. Working here, I've seen a lot of handsome guys."
"Right? She should just meet someone who likes games among them, so why is she interested in someone else's boyfriend..."
But it was still too early to pull down the cloth covering the secret. I swallowed all the words that rose up inside me, nodded vaguely to appease her, and then.
"...Noona."
"...Yeah."
...I slowly melt the story I had clumsily prepared a little while ago into the conversation.
"...If you keep holding onto my hand like that, your fingers will get sweaty."
"...I'll stay like this for a little longer. Just a little..."
Pretending to be affectionate. Pretending to be just as regretful as you.
"...Woojin-ah. Can't you just tell Jiyoon clearly?"
"How?"
"Tell her to go find a good man and leave."
"...Ah."
Pretending to understand exactly what you mean. But pretending to be troubled. Pretending that Jiyoon is also a precious friend of mine. How can I end it without hurting her? ...In reality, I have no thoughts other than how I can roll around with both of them all night long. While pretending to care about the feelings of my girlfriend and her sister. Continuing a low-level performance.
"Noona."
"Yeah?"
"...Then how about we make Jiyoon understand properly?"
"Understand? What is there to understand... She’s the one who barged into our relationship on her own..."
"That's why... what should I say? ...Ah. I mean, let's make it so she can't crawl over us."
"...Can't crawl over us?"
Carefully. I set the trap.
"Noona, it seems like Jiyoon is looking down on you right now."
"..."
"And you don't like that, right? The fact that Jiyoon has sex with me for an hour every day for two weeks. And the fact that she keeps trying to scratch at you by comparing trivial things."
"...Yeah."
So that Lee Hayoon, sitting right in front of me, wouldn't suspect anything. As if I were just blurting out an idea that suddenly popped into my head.
"...Th-then what are you suggesting we do...?"
"I don't know. I haven't thought about the details yet. ...What would be the best way to do it..."
Even though I’d thought of it all while we were talking just now. Pretending to think about it deeply only now.
"Ah, how about this?"
Gently brushing back the hair of Lee Hayoon, who was still resting her head on her arms.
"...I'll just sleep over at your house for one night. That seems fine to me."
Giving Lee Jiyoon a decent excuse, I lay the first groundwork to pull her into her sister's room. ...Ah. No. Rather than the word "groundwork," it would be more appropriate to call it a trap. If I were fighting with Lee Hayoon, it would be different. But right now, I’m just... thinking of devouring them unilaterally. Lee Jiyoon is also just thinking of using her sister to enjoy herself.
"...Sl-sleep over... ...you? At my house?"
"Yes. It's the weekend starting tomorrow anyway, right?"
"...That's true, but."
"Then we'll have plenty of time. And Jiyoon, who will be watching from the side, will see that I'm only with you... and I think she'll be able to let go of her feelings..."
Checking again to see if there were any flaws in my reasoning. Meeting the gaze of Hayoon, who had risen up with a pout, I place the food I prepared onto the trap.
"Is there anything you have to do on Saturday?"
"...I have a part-time job at the convenience store in the evening..."
"What about today?"
"..."
Shake, shake. Something that Lee Hayoon, who lightly shakes her head, might like. ...No, something I will definitely make her like.
"...Then, I'll try not to pay any attention to Jiyoon as much as possible."
"..."
"Is this okay?"
"...Just for one hour with Jiyoon? And the rest... with me?"
"Yes. ...All night long."
Food that was bitter, rather than sweet.