Two Actors, One Civilian
Pervert? Me? …Ha. Funny. A pervert. Yeah. Maybe I am a pervert. They say others are satisfied with three or four times a week, but I’m doing it more than that in a single day. But, Lee Jiyoon. That’s not for you to say. Aren’t you enough of a pervert to have s...ex with someone else’s boyfriend? Well, right now, without my permission, you can’t even have sex, let alone keep Woojin’s hand on your thigh like this…. You’re just a broken, screw-loose pervert. Just Woojin’s 'Girl Friend #1,' that’s all.
“....”
Maybe that’s why. Jiyoon’s jealous gaze, which had been so aggressive just the day before yesterday, didn’t feel entirely bad, somehow. If anything, it felt slightly…. …. No, no. To say it felt good would mean I’m as much of a pervert as Jiyoon. It’s just… not bad.
“….Sister. Do you even realize how much of a total pervert you look like right now?”
To think that I want Jiyoon, who can do nothing but curse at me from the side, to be even more jealous of me. …That’s way too perverted. I’m absolutely not that kind of person. Really. I mean it.
“If you’re going to secretly touch your boyfriend, just go into your room and do it quietly.”
“....”
“I’m sitting right here watching you…. Damn it….”
“….Hey. Wait…. That hurts….”
After pouring out everything she wanted to say, Jiyoon lightly slaps my thigh with the remote control. Even when I try to block her with my hand, she nimbly picks the empty spots. It’s spiteful. It doesn’t hurt so much as it feels unpleasant. Yeah. That’s all you can do, isn’t it? You. Jealous of me for dating Woojin first. Flirting with Woojin behind my back. Taking his condom off by holding his pent-up sexual desire hostage, then—splat, splat—getting sticky semen all over your clothes just to provoke me. I’m sorry, but that doesn’t get a rise out of me anymore.
…The reason you do that. It’s obvious, isn’t it? You’re trying to make me break up with Woojin. You can figure it out with just a little bit of thought. I’ve been watching you for twenty years, so I can roughly see what you’re thinking.
By the time I’d been hit seven or eight times, I was stroking my thigh, which had flushed slightly from the remote. Jiyoon, who had been staring at my face with disapproval, stood up. …Is she going back to her room because it’s annoying to watch the couple right next to her? I thought that for about a second, but.
“….Ugh.”
“Hey. Get down.”
Contrary to my wishes, Jiyoon didn’t go back to her room; instead, she sat right on Woojin’s lap. …To be precise, she sat so that her most sensitive area was touching his crotch.
“Why? Sister is right next to us, are you worried your cock will get hard because of me?”
“….Are you crazy?”
“Crazy? If you start moving a little, I think it’ll get hard pretty quickly…? …Like this. What if I move like this?”
“....”
“….Oh. What is this? It’s already gotten a little hard….”
“....”
“Hehe…. Didn’t you ask if I was crazy earlier? …Are you getting turned on by a crazy bitch?”
Unlike me, who missed the timing while stammering, Jiyoon began to press her hips firmly against Woojin’s crotch. She even looked down at my hand, which was interlaced with Woojin’s, as if asking me how I felt about it. Then, I made eye contact with Jiyoon, who curled her lips into a mocking smirk. We didn’t have a conversation, but just looking at the way her eyes curved, I knew exactly what she was trying to say. Woojin says he’s more turned on by me than by you, Lee Hayoon…. Something like that. A cunning provocation.
I was too tired to even be angry now.
“….Don’t do anything weird before your sister says something, and get off.”
“You were the one who did something weird first. I saw you touching Sister’s thigh behind my back.”
“….I won’t touch it anymore, so get off. Your sister is watching right next to us.”
“No. Just watch TV like this.”
“You’re not five years old…. Haa….”
Woojin lightly pushed Jiyoon’s back to get her off. But now, Jiyoon clung to Woojin even tighter so he couldn’t push her away. I watched their struggle for a long time, then sighed as I looked at Woojin, who was smiling awkwardly behind Jiyoon’s snow-white hair. I realized that Woojin must be having a really hard time. Of course, I was flustered that my younger sister was head-over-heels for my boyfriend—who was also my first male friend—but it must be an incredibly difficult situation for him to deal with two sisters at once. On top of that, he doesn’t even have feelings for Jiyoon, yet he has to treat her gently like a kid. …And in the middle of all this, I’m a bit sulky, so he has to love me hard enough so I don’t harbor bad feelings toward Jiyoon. *Sigh.* It would be better if I lightened Woojin’s burden.
Thinking that, I leaned my head on his shoulder, and Woojin gripped our interlaced hands tightly.
“....”
It seemed Jiyoon didn’t like that one bit.
“….Hey. Seo Woojin.”
“What. Now what.”
“Give me the hand you have free.”
“What are you going to do with my hand?”
“Don’t ask, just give it to me. …Then I’ll get down, just like you want.”
“….Huu….”
He let out a deep sigh against my slender shoulder, hidden beneath my pajamas, so that Jiyoon could feel it too. Then, Seo Woojin handed over his hand, looking as if he really didn’t want to. Immediately after.
“Hey.”
“Ah, why are you moving your hand….”
“Take it out. Right now.”
“Ugh, right there…. Scratching my clit…. I like it…….”
“I didn’t even touch it, what are you…”
“….Oh? Because you’re moving your fingers, my pajama pants are bulging out…, ugh…, Sister is watching right next to us, you know…?”
“That’s your own finger. …You crazy bitch.”
“….Hehe. What if you keep touching me secretly while making excuses like that…, …ah….”
I thought he was just resting his hand on my lower abdomen, but… because Jiyoon grabbed Woojin’s hand and dragged it much lower. Because Jiyoon, for the first time in front of me, did something lewd with Woojin. Because of Jiyoon, Woojin was getting flustered and starting to get angry. Because of her, an unfamiliar emotion began to soak into my heart.
Surprisingly, it wasn’t anger. It was something a bit calmer and more pleasant. It wasn’t annoyance, either. As I noted before, it was far from a negative feeling. …Then what is it? This feeling.
“Mmm…. Haa…, ha….”
The feeling I get while watching Jiyoon glance at me, accompanied by wet, squelching sounds.
“….Your cock, it’s gotten so hard…….”
“Don’t talk nonsense just because a little blood rushed to it.”
“Hehehe…. If you want to have sex, just say so….”
The feeling I get watching Jiyoon cling to Woojin even while I’m right next to them, and watching Woojin coldly push her away.
“….Want to go to my room? Woojin?”
“….No.”
“The things you can’t do with Sister, I can do plenty for you….”
“I told you, I don’t need it.”
Ah. I get it. …That was it. No matter how hard you try, Jiyoon, you can’t beat me. A slightly lewd, slightly perverted—now that I think about it, a very perverted—shameful sense of superiority.
“…….”
I suppressed my heart, which had started pounding wildly on its own, for a moment. I whispered “Woojin, Woojin” in a ticklish voice, and then, finally. I took Woojin’s hand—the one that had been groping my thigh as if playing a mischievous prank just a moment ago—and… I broke our interlaced fingers. I grabbed his wrist and, right in front of Jiyoon, I shoved it deep into the inside of my thigh.
“….You can do whatever you want.”
“....”
I whispered into Woojin’s ear. I parted my tightly closed thighs slightly, making it easier for Woojin to move as he pleased.
“....”
“....”
If you want, you can shove your fingers into the gap of my loosely closed dolphin shorts. …If not that, well, touching me all you want over my clothes is fine, too. It’s your freedom to stick your hand inside my pants and underwear, just like Jiyoon did. You’re not satisfied with just fumbling around the upper part of my thighs, are you…? Guys, even when they pretend not to be, are huge perverts. Yeah, yeah. Right now, under Jiyoon’s hips, your cock must be… …swollen up huge, right? If you want, you can touch even deeper. You can touch my shameful parts as much as you want. …We’re dating, and just because my younger sister is watching, there’s absolutely nothing to be held back by.
“….Uh, hey, Woojin?”
“....”
Ah, if you don’t like this, then… …my breasts. You can touch them. …Do you want to? I’m not even wearing a bra right now. I’ll lift my pajamas slightly, so if you just put your hand under here, you can touch me however you want….
“….Oh, it really got hard…. Hey, wait…!”
Is it his preference to take the upper hand? Jiyoon, who had been giggling like a playful kindergarten teacher, slowly gets pushed back to Woojin’s knees. Shifting my gaze slightly, I see Woojin’s firm forearm pushing Jiyoon’s back. And then. His arm turns directly toward me.
“….Ugh…?”
The distance between me and Woojin, which was already close, becomes even closer. Not because Woojin leaned in, but because I was pulled toward him. …Because he hugged my neck tightly with one hand. He pulled me in until my breasts were crushed against his chest. Even though Jiyoon was looking at us, letting out a dry laugh. He didn’t care. As if to show my younger sister. …He kissed me.
“*Chup*, *phap*…. Woojin, wait…….”
It wasn’t just a light touch of the lips; he wanted me so intensely, just like we had done in the bedroom a little while ago. I had intended to keep my lips tightly shut because Jiyoon was watching, but eventually, swept away by the atmosphere, I carefully parted my lips. When Woojin, having lost interest in my thighs and dolphin shorts, gently stroked my lower abdomen. …I took the hint and grabbed the hem of my pajamas with one hand, pulling them up to my under-boobs.
“…….”
I think something snapped in my head at that moment. …Just like Woojin, even though Jiyoon was staring right at us. “……*Phu*, *chup*…. *Phu*….” I carefully began to touch his crotch, which had become blunt in the shape of Woojin’s cock. Even while glancing at Jiyoon—who had been pushed aside in an instant, and who was sending me a gaze filled not with resentment, but with jealousy—I watched her… pleasantly.