The Same Room (8)
...Not bad. Unlike her usual gloomy self, who only thought about NTR-ing from the shadows, Lee Jiyoon is showing her jealousy openly in front of her sister for the first time. And unlike Lee Hayoon, who has always shown soft, yielding reactions as if she were being swept away, she is showing a firm, resolute side to her younger sister for the first time.
"Thanks for the meal, Noona."
"I'm glad. I was worried it might not be to your taste."
"I told you. I'm the type to eat whatever is given to me."
"...Ahaha..."
"Ah, no. Does that sound weird? I just... it was incredibly delicious. Really."
"I-it's okay. I won't misunderstand something like that..."
Adding that to the fact that she didn't react strongly to Lee Jiyoon's blatant provocation just now, and combining it with the fact that Lee Hayoon had soaked the bed earlier while leaving her sister outside, I can draw one quite satisfying conclusion.
...That she is currently accepting the fact that her younger sister is jealous in a sexual sense with a rather decent sensibility.
It's not bad. Everything. It's a flow that I find quite pleasing.
"I'll handle the cleanup. You go rest."
"Ah. ...I-is that okay...?"
"Of course. I just sat there and ate while you did all the work."
But that's as far as it goes for now. She's accepting it in a way that isn't bad, but that doesn't mean she has definitely started to enjoy it. So far, she's only put the prepared ingredients on the plate. There's still a long way to go.
I smiled softly, enjoying the pleasant observation, and stood up before Lee Hayoon. If she had truly awakened to such a preference, she wouldn't just be hesitating and refusing at a cheap provocation; she would have stimulated Lee Jiyoon instead. For example, by doing something lewd with me right in front of her prying eyes. Or, to leave it entirely to her imagination, by going back into the room with me and locking the door. Something like that.
But unfortunately, Lee Hayoon hasn't reached that level of wickedness yet. What I want right now is for Lee Hayoon to be able to accept her sister's jealousy in a 'pleasant' way.
...Judging by her reaction, the possibility is certainly there, but it's a shame to be satisfied and move on here, so I want to continue the cooking a little longer. If I had to call it 'letting it simmer,' that would be a rough analogy.
To do that, the most important factor is, without a doubt:
"...I'll help, too."
Lee Jiyoon. Is she genuinely jealous of her sister, or... is she just working hard at acting that way? Even I am starting to get a little confused. The result will be determined by how much pleasant jealousy she can instill in her sister.
"No need to help. The sink is narrow, and there's nothing much to clean anyway."
"Ah..."
After treating Lee Jiyoon, who approached with quick steps, as coldly as possible, I put the empty pot into the sink. It's better to avoid having friendly conversations with her in front of Hayoon, who is watching us intently, for as long as possible.
If I were to list the things I must secure for a pleasant relationship in the future: that the relationship between Lee Hayoon and Lee Jiyoon isn't too bad. And, as mentioned before, that Lee Hayoon begins to enjoy Lee Jiyoon's jealousy. About that much.
To that end, I set the pot down in the empty sink while maintaining a cold attitude throughout.
"Should I cheer you on?"
"Just go over there to the sofa and rest."
I replied indifferently to her uncharacteristic offer of support and turned the faucet. But perhaps she didn't like that. As I rinsed the dishes under the gushing cold water, Lee Jiyoon began to tap my calf diligently with her small toes.
...I wish she would understand the subtext appropriately. It doesn't hurt, but it's quite distracting.
"You want me to sit alone with my sister right now? Are you kidding?"
"...Go and sit. I'll be there soon."
"I'd have nothing to say even if I got slapped in the face right now, so what...!"
"Go sit."
Far away, Lee Hayoon had already sat on the sofa before us and started fiddling with the remote. As I whispered secretly, lowering my voice so she wouldn't hear, Lee Jiyoon's expression, which had been tapping my calf diligently, changed moment by moment.
The first thing I could see was an expression like she had chewed on a bug, as if she hated the idea of being with her sister that much. After that, what caught my eye was an expression as if she were pondering something deeply. Finally, what she showed me was a faint, mischievous smirk. A silent signal that she understood what I meant.
"...Phew..."
A witch. The moment I suddenly recalled her codename from a few years later, Lee Jiyoon sighed deeply as if for someone to hear, and went to the sofa to plant her butt down.
"...Why are you watching the news at this golden hour? It's not even fun."
"They were talking about that terror incident a few days ago, so I'm watching..."
"Forget it, give me the remote."
"Ah..."
As she just mentioned, she might have become awkward with her sister due to recent events. Yet, they bickered, asking why she was watching something so boring.
"...It's Friday night, why is there nothing to watch?"
The panelists laughed noisily.
"In the first place, Jiyoon, you don't even know what's on TV these days. ...Because you only play games."
It sounded like a fishing show, with the sound of a flowing river.
"Still, if you flip through the channels, there's at least one... Ugh, damn, this is why Netflix is..."
The announcer's characteristic crisp pronunciation flowed out.
Flipping through channels that didn't stay on for even a second, the sound of the TV changed constantly. By the time the few dishes were finished:
"...Should we watch this instead?"
"A movie?"
"Have you seen it, sister? This one?"
"...Well. I've barely watched any Japanese movies..."
"I haven't seen it, so I'll watch it. ...Ah, and."
At the end of a question I didn't know why she asked:
"Seo Woojin. What about you? Have you seen this?"
"What is it?"
My name was inserted. As if writing in the person who was naturally supposed to be between the two.
"This is a sad movie, right? The one where they age backwards."
"What, how do you know? ...Did you watch it with an ex-girlfriend?"
"Hey. Lee Jiyoon..."
"When you're home alone, you have nothing to do, so you eventually end up looking at movies or YouTube."
"...I don't think guys watch things like this."
"I just happened to watch it. If you don't believe me, that's your problem."
"Hmm..."
The movie on the TV, which I checked while lightly drying my hands, was a type of romance movie that was popular over a decade ago. By current standards, subtract ten, so how many years ago was it? I didn't find and watch it myself; I remember it because Yozora recommended it, saying it was fun when I was killing time at the hideout. And because she held me down with force when I tried to escape and we watched it together on a tablet.
I also remember thinking she was a crazy bitch because she cried her eyes out even though she said it was her second time watching it. I also remember her trying to provoke me by saying Japanese romance movies were hundreds of times better than Korean ones. Well, it's a meaningless memory now.
"Watch it if you want. I watched it casually, so I don't remember the content, it's fine."
"Forget it. Why watch a sad movie now?"
"Then go inside and play games? Let me and Hayoon Noona watch TV."
"...I don't want to."
"What don't you want..."
"If I leave you two alone, you'll just have sex again, won't you?"
"..."
Whatever the content of the movie might be. Whatever is coming out on the TV channel I turned on. The important thing is elsewhere.
"The sofa is dirty with your sister's sweat and your semen, or, you know, spit... I... really hate looking at that."
"..."
"I also don't want to hear your sister's moans flowing out from inside the room... Damn..."
Showing Lee Hayoon the increasingly blatant jealousy of Lee Jiyoon.
"Hey, what are you doing...!"
"Um, Woojin..."
Between Lee Jiyoon and Lee Hayoon. In the empty space where one person could fit perfectly, I didn't sit down, but gently pushed Lee Hayoon, who had been stuck to the armrest, into it.
Thump. I sat in the spot where she had been sitting until just now.
"..."
I placed our interlaced hands on Lee Hayoon's snow-white thighs, which stretched out from under her dolphin shorts.
To let Lee Jiyoon, who was sitting stuck to her sister and twisting her expression, know about our relationship.
...To show Lee Hayoon, whose ears were flushed red, the expression of Lee Jiyoon, who looked like a cat with its fur standing on end.
To take Lee Hayoon's side, telling her not to dare think of climbing up.
Because things like this are much more important than what's coming out on TV right now.
"If you're going to stay still, give me the remote. I'll look for something."
"...No. I'll do it..."
"..."
Lee Hayoon, who says nothing and just grips our interlaced hands tightly. Beside her, Lee Jiyoon, who is openly showing her displeasure, diligently flips through the channels. From my perspective, knowing what her head is filled with, the thought that 'her acting is too sloppy' doesn't go away.
But seeing Lee Hayoon, who stealthily leans her body toward me and puts her weight on me along with the ever-changing TV screen, there doesn't seem to be any need to worry.
"..."
Then, just a little more. Even if Hayoon dislikes it, I can blame the atmosphere. Should I try just a little bit? ...A gamble.
"You want to watch the news? You said you hated it earlier."
"...Just watch it. There's a weather forecast, too."
"I see a few variety shows, wouldn't that be better?"
"Just watch it, you idiot."
While lightly bickering with Lee Jiyoon on the other side with Lee Hayoon, who had her mouth shut tight, in between, I pushed our interlaced hands little by little toward the inside of her soft thigh. Of course, since she would hate me doing something weird openly, I did it slowly. At a speed where she could refuse at any time. Slowly.
Her reaction is very faint. She twitched her thigh once, but that was it. She could have pushed our interlaced hands away, or she could have gently scratched the back of my hand to tell me to stop. She shows none of that resistance.
...Rather. Lee Hayoon's cute attempts at damage control start to catch my eye one by one. Things like her placing her adorable, fist-like hand on her other thigh to try and hide it, even though it would be meaningless anyway. Hayoon-ah. Your sister sitting next to you is glancing at your thighs, don't you feel anything?
...Even if you hide it so clumsily, everything you and I are doing in secret is visible. You idiot. Or, have you not noticed yet?
Lee Jiyoon. Until a moment ago, she was busy meowing and getting angry. Now, she's looking this way with an incredibly intrigued expression.
"...Rain. I guess it won't fall tomorrow."
"...It doesn't matter. We'll be home all Friday, Saturday, and Sunday anyway. You, and my sister."
"That's true."
"...You perverts. Seriously..."
"..."
"Is there nothing but sex in your heads... Ugh..."
What should I do with her? With these kinds of mischievous thoughts, I slightly spread my fingers while our hands were interlaced, and Lee Hayoon, whose thigh was softly pressed, shuddered and lightly shook her shoulders. ...I wasn't even hoping for a reaction to this extent. It's not like her thigh is an erogenous zone, but her reaction is good. It's probably because her younger sister is sitting right next to her, close enough to touch.
If I had to point out a downside, it's that she seems to be enjoying the thrill rather than enjoying the sense of superiority... but it doesn't matter. It's just a passing stage for now.
"...Let's watch something else soon. Jiyoon-ah."
"...Something else. What."
"I told you earlier. Variety shows or something."
"...Wait a minute."
While enjoying Lee Hayoon's thigh with the soft fingertips under my short-cut nails for a moment. Click, click. As Lee Jiyoon pressed the remote, I moved my hand toward the inside of her thigh more explicitly, and for the first time, strength entered her hand. 'Not here. Jiyoon is next to us.' I can naturally understand that meaning. I can feel her thumping pulse in our softly clasped hands, so how could I not know?
But just because I understood it properly, I don't have to nod my head, right?
"...Noona."
"..."
"...I told you. Let's make sure Jiyoon doesn't climb up."
"..."
"...If she watches from right next to us, I think the effect will be even better."
"..."
The TV screen was still changing even though there were variety programs. I took my eyes off it and lowered my voice as much as possible. Since the distance is the distance, Lee Jiyoon might be able to hear it vaguely, but it doesn't matter. If she overhears my words and shows a decent reaction later, that will lead to a good situation in its own right.
"...I won't do anything that weird."
"..."
"...Understood?"
"..."
I thrust my voice into Lee Hayoon's already warmly flushed ear and lowered my hand. This time, the resistance is much weaker than before. Even though the first knuckle of my finger touched her other thigh, she didn't try to stop me by putting strength into her hand, but just bowed her head, not knowing what to do. ...However, if she shows a reaction like that.
"...Sister."
"Y-yeah?"
It's bound to be noticed by Lee Jiyoon, who is right next to her.
"What are you doing? Both of you?"
"Ah, that's... U-um..."
Did she not think this far ahead? Or. Was she closing her eyes tightly, thinking she would really get caught now? If not that. Perhaps.
"...Why. What, what's so weird about it? I'm just... having skinship with my... boyfriend..."
Like a pervert. Even though she's shuddering her interlaced fingers and thighs because she almost climaxed just from the situation. Was she doing that to act like nothing was wrong in front of her sister?
"..."
I, who was continuing my train of thought, lifted the corners of my mouth slightly and gripped Hayoon's hand tightly. ...Because I couldn't help but laugh.
"Did I ask if it was weird? I asked what you two were doing."
"...Skinship."
"...Ah. I see. Hmm, hmm. Sister, you're such a pervert that you'd offer your thighs to your boyfriend in front of your younger sister."
"..."
Because Lee Jiyoon. Even if it was acting, she was glaring at her sister with an expression I liked very much.