The Same Room (7)
"…Right there, that’s good."
"……Mm, slurp, mmm…."
You usually pretend to be so mature. But right now, you’re so turned on you can’t even breathe steadily, Woojin. Kissing you like this… I love it.
"…Sister. Sister."
"Mm, mm-hng…. Haa, ah……."
As the silver thread of saliva stretches between us, you press your lips against my shoulder. Calling me 'Sister'—that sweet, lovely title. …And then, fucking me… I love it.
"…Ugh. Your hair keeps getting in my mouth."
"Mmm…? …Ah, I’m sorry…. I guess I let it grow too long…."
"Why are you apologizing for something like that? I actually like it."
"…Hng…."
"It’s more feminine than short hair like Jiyoon’s, isn’t it?"
"…Ah, agh…."
"…Like this. I can pull on it, too."
"Hee-gik…, ugh, mm-gh, ugh…."
Lying side-by-side on the bed, you hold me tight from behind. You play with my long ponytail, then playfully tug on it. …And then, just like that. Tight. You hold me as if you’re going to break me, and—thwack, thwack—you thrust your cock into me so violently. …That’s my preference, I really love it.
"…Sister. Just a little more. …Yeah. Like that."
"Haa…, haa…."
With your cock, erect to the point of trembling, you ravage my deepest parts as if crushing them. …My cherry-blossom-colored nipples, hardened. My exposed clitoris. You touch the places I usually touch when I masturbate, but… it feels so much better than when I do it myself. It feels so, so good. What do I do?
"Turn your head, this way…."
"…."
I grab your wrist, the one that was teasing my clitoris, as if to tell you to stop. …But in the end, I softly interlace my fingers with yours. Matching the way your hand holds me tight, I, too… clench my vaginal walls. Our tongues tangle. It’s so incredibly happy, I’m so happy I feel lightheaded.
"…Ah."
Right in the middle of it. Between the sound of the door opening far away… and the sound of hair being rubbed with a towel—
"Ugh……, I, came. I caaaame…."
Because you want to let Jiyoon hear the sound of you having sex with me, you thrust your cock even more violently than before… like a beast. I’m so happy. It’s so thrilling. I love that I can only gasp out the words, 'I came.' Not 'I think I'm going to come,' but just 'I came,' while I clench my vaginal walls. …Without a shred of my own will, my body, on its own… clenches, clenches, stimulating your cock in the most pleasurable way. I love it. Even if I look down just a little, I can see the bed getting soaked because of my shameful fluids, but you don't care. Instead, as if you're even more excited, you hold me tight and love me. I love it.
"Mm-ugh?! …Ah, ……mm…."
The sound of me panting like a bitch. The sound of me sobbing like a child because it feels too good. …The sound of a wet, squelching onahole being squeezed. Thwack, thwack—the sound of your hard lower abdomen hitting my soft flesh. I love that you’re letting Jiyoon, who just slammed the door and entered, hear all of this.
"Haa……. Heh……. …. …Hee……."
I’m so… happy.
"Hoo…, …Sister, the condom there…."
"…Mm."
If I were a puppy, I would surely be wagging my tail cutely at you, Woojin. This feeling. If I think about it coolly, it’s not jealousy. After spending time searching on Google instead of playing games, it said, 'Jealousy is the feeling of envying others. It can also take the form of intense hatred or hostility….'
Am I envying Lee Hayoon? No matter how much I think about it, No. Absolutely not. I’m not envious, it’s just… what should I call it? Just a thought of 'She’s being annoying.' Why is she trying to start a power struggle, which is so unlike her, instead of just quietly tearing up a handkerchief next to me…?
For the same reason, I don’t hate her. I have no hostility. If I had to pick, 'I’m sorry for stealing your boyfriend' would be more plausible. So, it’s definitely not jealousy.
"…."
What is this? This strange, unpleasant feeling. …. …Ah. The annoyance that my plan has been slightly delayed…?
"…."
Just in time, I hear the click of the door opening from the living room. It’s the sound of my sister and Seo Woojin coming out of the bathroom. …I almost got a headache because my sister was giggling so loudly in the bathroom, wondering what was so fun. Anyway. I look at the clock on the bottom right of the computer screen, which reads '7:53 PM.' I lean back into my chair and eavesdrop on the sounds from the living room seeping through the door gap.
"Woojin. Woojin. Should we start with meat today?"
"Do whatever is comfortable for you, Sister. I’m the type to eat well whatever is given to me."
"Umm…. Ah, should we make hot pot? How about it? We’re a little short on mushrooms, but, well…."
"Re…ally? I haven’t tried hot pot yet."
"Ah? Really? That’s fascinating…? Wouldn’t you have eaten hot pot at least once in your life? Jiyoon and I make it often."
"I guess it’s because I’m not the type to try a wide variety of foods."
"Hmm. I see…. Then what do you usually like the most?"
"…Things that end with a single bowl? Rice bowls? Ramen?"
Useless small talk. That’s all it is, but my sister’s voice is so bouncy, wondering what’s so good about it. Then, quiet footsteps leading far away. …The sound of a window opening, perhaps for ventilation. The sound of a hair dryer. The sound of clattering dishes and the refrigerator opening. Seo Woojin’s sweet voice asking if there’s anything he can help with.
Listening to all of that with my headset around my neck, the 'strange unpleasantness' I’d been worrying about all this time swells up. I rub my lips and start walking.
"…."
…For no reason, I unbutton the top button of my pajamas, opening them as wide as possible.
"…What are you doing?"
"Ah, Jiyoon…."
"Preparing dinner."
As I walk into the living room, pretending not to have any thoughts while stretching, my sister’s gaze, standing in front of the cutting board with various vegetables, turns straight to me. However, Seo Woojin, who was lightly engaging in skinship by hugging my sister from behind, didn’t look at me. He just gave a dry answer and kept touching my sister’s lower abdomen, hidden under her cute microfiber pajamas. I know what that action means. Seo Woojin told me to show him what it looks like when I’m jealous of my sister, so how could I not know? …It’s just because he’s doing that so my sister can feel a sense of superiority. It’s better to cooperate. Anyway, if the three of us—you, me, and my sister—end up in bed together, it’ll be my overwhelming victory. I just have to lose for a little while right now.
"…Hot pot again?"
"W-well, it’s been over a week since we last had it. It’s delicious, too."
"I didn’t mean I hate it, I just wondered if that’s why you bought so many vegetables earlier."
Good. You told me to glare at my sister this morning, right? I’ll show you something even better than that. Anyway, I just have to act like I’m jealous of my sister.
"…Ah, what are you doing behind me? You two…!"
I quietly get close to the two of them, and behind Seo Woojin, who is hugging my sister from behind, I do the same. I hug him.
"You’re not little kids…. Ugh…."
Coincidentally, I’m not touching my sister’s belly like Seo Woojin, but… because of the height difference, my hand touches his cock.
"You two get out, you’re in the way of my chopping…!"
"…."
"…."
He could have kept hugging her tight, but Seo Woojin, quite coincidentally, isn’t sticking too close to my sister. I press my face against his back as if smelling his scent, and my hand doesn’t touch her back…. …No. My hand brushes against her back slightly. But I make sure she can’t notice I’m doing anything strange. To tease him, I scratch Seo Woojin’s cock through his plaid pajama pants. Well, anyway, I did as you said, right? I worked hard acting like a younger sister who attacks with the same posture because of jealousy. This much teasing is okay, right? Woojin?
"…Lee Jiyoon. Get off."
"…I don’t want to?"
"Then kick me off. …You idiot."
"…Hey, I didn’t say get off…."
"If I hit you, my sister will…, hoo…. …scold me."
"No way? She’d probably praise you instead. Telling you to hit Jiyoon more so she comes to her senses."
"Hey…."
Seo Woojin, you only had boring sex with my sister today. Besides, you couldn’t even… have sex with me and ejaculate inside. Because you had sex with some rubber film all day, you couldn’t leave a trace that you belong to a woman’s womb. In a woman’s vaginal wall. …You poured out jelly-like semen like a dog in heat when I allowed you to ejaculate inside because it was a safe day, so are you satisfied with the fake sex you had with my sister? Really? That can’t be, right? Why don’t you just throw your plan in the trash right now? I’m good at staying up all night. And my sister falls asleep as soon as it’s past 12, right? So, come to my room secretly then, and… do it until this place is completely empty…?
"…We haven’t had much sex, so it’s fine to hug like this, right?"
"…."
"You had sex with my sister for over 2 hours earlier…. …You’re so cheap."
"…."
Unlike my dejected voice, I stand on my tiptoes and press my lips against the back of Seo Woojin’s neck, and after giving a satisfied smile to him as he glances back with a twitching shoulder, I rub my face against his back so hard it ruins my bangs, making sure my sister can’t hear. I’m jealous. I’m jealous because you only had lots of sex with my sister. I can do it for you just like Lee Hayoon. Of course, I might lose to Lee Hayoon in laundry, cooking, cleaning, exercise, walking, dating, etc. But I can have sex with you in a way that feels much better than Lee Hayoon. I can satisfy all your perverted tastes. If you tell me to take birth control pills, I can take them. So, only have sex with me… I’m working hard to act like the Lee Jiyoon from the 500th Earth. In reality, I wasn’t jealous at all. I really don’t have that kind of feeling at all.
"Hey, Lee Hayu…, …Sister."
"Uh, uh?"
"Can I have sex with Woojin while you’re making hot pot?"
"…No."
"…Not even once, no?"
"Yes."
"Whyyy…. There are so many condoms, too…."
"…."
"You’re going to have sex with Woojin all night and fall asleep today anyway…."
"St-still, no means no…. …No."
For Seo Woojin, who is secretly stepping on my foot with his heel, I work hard. My mouth. My hands. I work hard.