The Same Room (3)

The first day was manageable. The second day was bearable, too. The moans coming from Jiyoon’s room were significantly louder than on the first day, but that was… well, something I could brush off. Wait, she was doing that on purpose, wasn't she? So I could hear her. She was doing it because she heard the sounds coming from my room on the first night. She wanted to look down on me with a sense of superiority.

I didn't feel much when Jiyoon started acting overly close to Woojin every evening, either. Even when she brought up games to exclude me from the conversation, I was fine. That’s not to say I wasn't annoyed, but it was at a level I could barely tolerate. Of course, I had already anticipated this. It was easy to predict that she would cling to Woojin for these two weeks.

"Haa…."

Either way, once the remaining two weeks passed, this embarrassing life would come to an end. Jiyoon wouldn't be clinging to Woojin so openly anymore, either. I let out a heavy sigh, thinking the second day was finally over.

"…."

That was until late at night, when I found Jiyoon’s semen-stained school uniform in the laundry basket.

Is this what they meant by "the blood draining from one's face"? The memory of why I had stood in front of the washing machine was wiped clean. It felt as if the blood that had been pulsing to my fingertips had suddenly been cut off. My body and my mind were acting on their own, completely out of sync.

In the midst of this, the drunken shouting of a man in the alleyway, as faint and usual as ever, dragged me back to reality.

"…."

It was a uniform stained with semen. The name on the nametag was Lee Jiyoon. I hadn't taken this out to wear, so the person who took it out and got semen on it was… there was only one person. The only person in our house besides me.

I stood there holding Jiyoon’s uniform for about a minute. Having somehow organized the situation in my head, I let out a dry, awkward laugh and gathered up the uniform. Ah, I see. So Jiyoon did the same thing I did on the first day, wearing the high school uniform for him. Well, the sounds must have leaked out of the room, and Woojin must have told her about it…. Hmm, I see. That makes sense. That could happen.

Even when my thoughts reached this point, there wasn't much of a problem. To scold them, "How can adults do such things!"—I was the one who did it first, wasn't I? Besides, seeing Jiyoon, who had been flirting openly since yesterday, doing this a step behind me… I felt a sense of superiority, like I had "won," which actually made me feel a bit good.

It was just, well. I thought the right thing to do was to wash it by hand and put it back in its place as if nothing had happened…. That was all I thought.

I was holding back the urge to give Jiyoon a piece of my mind and was filling the sink with water to wash away the semen when a thought struck me.

"…Huh?"

Wait. Didn't those two decide to ejaculate into condoms? Then, this on the uniform… that thought followed.

"…."

What I had seen were three condoms heavy with semen. But looking at Jiyoon’s uniform again… it was just a rough estimate, but the amount stained here was quite significant.

"…One. Two."

Before the traces disappeared in the water, I spread the uniform out in front of me to check how much dried semen there was. At first glance, I could find two distinct streaks of semen. One that had soaked into the back, and another, smaller amount on the skirt. Just this alone, combined with the condoms I saw earlier, meant there had been a total of five ejaculations.

But now that it had come to this, it was hard to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠conclude that was the end of it. If they were going to the trouble of taking off the condoms to ejaculate, frankly speaking, he could have ejaculated in her mouth and made her drink it. And in the absolute worst-case scenario… no. That was going too far. No matter what, she wouldn't have allowed that. She didn't receive poor sex education. Jiyoon wouldn't be unaware that getting pregnant would be a huge problem. I’d never seen any medicine packaging when I emptied the trash, either.

Then, whose decision was this? Did Jiyoon push Woojin away with her hands during sex and struggle to take the condom off? Or did Woojin himself…?

"…Ugh…."

No. That couldn't be it. Jiyoon must have begged him to do it one more time behind my back, so he had no choice but to ejaculate a few more times. My reason thought that, but my intuition whispered something a little different. No matter how much Jiyoon struggled to take the condom off, it would have ended if Woojin had firmly pushed her hands away. In other words, Woojin enjoyed it too.

Looking at the clock in the living room, it was only 11 PM. It was too early to escape into dreamland. I left the bathroom and headed straight to Jiyoon’s room. I was worried she might be playing a game, but fortunately, Jiyoon was lying on her bed, looking at her phone.

"…What? You didn't even knock…."

"Why is this stained?"

This wasn't the time to worry about knocking. I cut off Jiyoon’s words and shook the uniform in front of her after pulling out the wired earphones she always wore. Since the only light came from the living room, she probably couldn't see the semen stains well, but that didn't matter. Walking into her room and shaking the uniform—she would be able to guess what I meant by this.

"…Ah, that."

But Jiyoon didn't react the way I thought she would. She didn't jump in surprise, she didn't blush with embarrassment, and her face didn't darken with trouble. If I had been caught by my sister like this, I would have been unable to say a word, just rolling my eyes. Instead, Jiyoon approached me in her pajamas. Because of the height difference, she looked down at me slightly.

"Semen."

"…."

Indifferently. Casually. She just hammered a nail into the truth I already knew.

"…Se…."

"Yeah. Semen. The stuff that came out of Woojin."

"…."

"Why?"

Because she was proud? No. That definitely wasn't the reason. Maybe she was doing it to see my reaction. That would be the closest guess. I was moving further away from being calm, but perhaps because I was trying to pull myself together, I noticed something strange when I calmly retraced the situation. My head had been too hot earlier, so I missed it, but it was strange enough that a semen-stained uniform was in the laundry basket, let alone just a uniform. It wasn't like Jiyoon didn't know how to use the washing machine. If she really wanted to hide it, she would have washed it by hand or thrown it in the machine and run it. In other words, it was reasonable to assume she threw it there thinking it didn't matter if it was discovered. Maybe she wanted me to find it. That she had done such things with her sister's boyfriend. She might have wanted to brag.

"You know if you look, sister. …You must have had semen on your clothes a few times, too."

"…I didn't come here to talk about—"

—that? The words died in my throat. I hadn't actually come here to talk about that. It was a waste of time. The second thing that came out of my mouth after biting my lower lip was, even to me, a quite reasonable and simultaneously cold question.

"…Lee Jiyoon."

"Yeah."

"Who took the condom off?"

"…."

"…."

"…."

"…."

"…I took it off."

"…After you took it off, how many times did you do it?"

"Hmm…. How many times do you think we did it, sister?"

"…."

"…Up or down? I'll give you a hint: it's up from five."

Three in the condom. Two on the uniform. The rest… no, at least one more must have been… in her mouth. There was nowhere else for him to ejaculate. It had to be her mouth.

"Haa…."

That was enough. I erased all the useless thoughts blooming in my head—how many times they did it, and whether Woojin liked it. The important thing was that Jiyoon did this on her own. Having finished the matter with that, I let out a sigh filled with all sorts of emotions and left the room.

"…."

I even forgot to tell her to keep her promise properly. I even forgot to tell her to end this relationship right now. Quietly.

"…."

I’m not sure, but I think I might ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠have muttered "crazy bitch" under my breath. Well, I was acting calm, but I was a bit agitated, and because Jiyoon had a faint smile on her face when I last saw her, I’m not really sure if I said something truly mean. I went to sleep feeling bad, spent the day, and watched Jiyoon flirt as usual, finishing the third day.

Unfortunately, it was a story I had already heard from my sister. That Seo Woojin would be sleeping at our house this weekend. I also knew that it wasn't out of consideration for me. He hadn't changed the one-hour limit, so what was the point of him being at the house all day? …He’d probably just be having sex with my sister all day. My sister probably intended to show me that, too. It was a bit disappointing to call it an explosion. Of course, it was better than having no reaction at all, but? I wanted a reaction that was a bit more lively than such a boring explosion…. For example, yes. Having sex with Seo Woojin like lovers in front of me… something like that. If it were that much, I could naturally be ravished like an onahole in front of my sister, and when Seo Woojin, who had coordinated with me, gave me much more semen than when he was with my sister…. …The moisture in his breath, the weight of the condom—my sister's expression comparing them. It would have been truly delicious. It’s a shame. It’s a shame.

Tell me? Does he mean that since he has to be there all day, it'll be hard to ejaculate a lot for me like he has these past few days? Well, I can understand that much, so it doesn't matter. To see my sister barking like a puppy later, it would be better to build up as ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠much lover-like behavior as possible now.

"……?"

But the KakaoTalk message he sent was in a slightly different direction than I expected.