Chapter 46
Chapter 46
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 46
Chapter Title: 9. With My Sister's Boyfriend (3)
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"Don't girls usually hate talking about that kind of stuff?"
"What's wrong with it? I'm just teaching you my sister's tastes..."
"...It's still naughty talk."
"I don't mind. Besides, what's so bad about some dirty talk between grown adults?"
Lee Ji-yoon chuckled lightly, as if it was no big deal—as if I was the ridiculous one for caring.
The cramped karaoke booth muffled our secret conversation beneath the blaring backing track.
...Lee Ha-yoon's porn preferences.
Pointless info now, but whatever.
Honestly, it threw me for a loop.
I'd never imagined having this kind of chat with Lee Ji-yoon so soon.
We're just gaming buddies at this point.
We meet occasionally under the guise of treatment sessions, that's all.
So I'd planned to close the distance gradually over the next month or so with this "date practice" excuse.
Hold back my urges, play nice, keep up the act.
And now she's suddenly offering to spill her sister's porn tastes.
Hmm. Does she like gaming with me that much?
Or is there another reason?
...Tricky.
If I could read minds, it'd be easy, but I can't.
One thing's for sure, though.
"...So, what're her tastes, sis?"
"Curious, huh?"
"Of course. I'm not some asexual..."
First chance to talk dirty with Lee Ji-yoon.
Can't let it slip.
"But how do you even know? Do you watch porn with Ha-yoon sis?"
"What the...? You think I'd watch porn with my brother?"
"Uh... yeah, sorry."
She punched my shoulder lightly, looking horrified at the thought of watching something naughty with her sister.
But her faint smile said she wasn't really mad.
Good. Keep it going.
"Saw it when I cleared the browser history in high school. All the house computers are in my room anyway. Happy?"
Don't people use incognito mode if they don't want records?
Somehow very on-brand for Lee Ha-yoon, I thought fleetingly.
Then a sudden thought slipped out.
"Why clear the history, though?"
"...Why'd the convo go there?"
"Just curious?"
"......"
Her eyelids fluttered before my smirking face.
Lips clamped shut, silent.
Jade-green eyes darting left, right, everywhere.
Several seconds of silence later, she finally grumbled.
"Just... dangerous to leave personal info online."
"Yeah?"
...Suspicious.
Eh, whatever.
She's hiding something, so I'll let it slide this once.
Probably just traces of embarrassing sites...
Same reason as her sister, most likely.
"Anyway, about her tastes..."
Lee Ji-yoon smoothed her clothes fussily and continued.
"...Kinda rough."
"Rough?"
"Like... uh... damn... how do I put this..."
I get it. What she's trying to say.
I've been handling Lee Ha-yoon that way lately, too.
But hearing it straight from her lips hits different.
Play innocent.
Act clueless.
I tilted my head, teasing her gaze.
...And then.
"...Say I'm a guy, and you're a girl."
Lee Ji-yoon, who'd been sitting primly on the sofa,
stood slightly,
planted a knee on the sofa,
pressed her hips onto my thigh,
glanced outside the booth,
and...
"...Like this."
She lunged close, pinning me.
Close enough to catch her scent fully through her clothes.
Our bangs brushing lightly.
So close.
"Rough like this, grabbing wrists tight. Forcing a kiss... ...and..."
"......"
"G-Got it? That's what I mean by rough?"
"...Yeah."
"...Good. Use it on sis sometime. She... likes this stuff."
"...Okay."
Dazed by her bold move, my dazed reply hung in the air.
The light pressure vanished from my thigh as the booth door swung open.
Cool air from outside brushed my sweat-damp neck.
"...Let's go. We're done here. I'll show you the date spots."
She bit her lip, pulled on her cap, and bolted out.
...What the hell was that?
Am I hallucinating from bad food?
Still on the sofa, I pinched my thigh hard without thinking.
Same result.
Fading sting.
Warmth lingering.
Tingly brow from her hair.
Her scent sharp at my nose.
Nothing changed.
"......"
What the fuck?
Because we're friends?
No way.
Too soon for that.
Payment for healing?
Nah.
That's weird too.
I blinked like an idiot before slowly standing.
Getting closer to Lee Ji-yoon is good.
Light skinship? Great.
That's why I'm grinding games I don't care about.
But.
Her straddling my thigh, foreheads touching? Way too much.
"Hmm..."
...Kinda dizzy.
"...Just think positive?"
I sighed questioningly and hurried after her.
Am I insane?
"Kkyaaahhh..."
Back home, Lee Ji-yoon dove under the covers, muffling her scream.
Okay, fine, sharing sis's sex prefs made sense.
Seo Woo-jin could use it later at a motel with her.
Basically date advice, right?
But why demonstrate it yourself, you idiot?!
Just describe it!
How am I supposed to face him now...?
"Uwaaaah..."
And that browser history question out of nowhere clogged her throat...
...Anyway.
Luckily,
Seo Woo-jin hid his shock but treated her normally till the end.
Something about gaming later—
She couldn't recall exactly now,
but super casual stuff.
She said yes,
and they parted without issue.
But will her aim be on point?
She worried Discord would be awkward beyond briefings.
Stupid.
Really.
"Aaaahhh..."
Lee Ji-yoon rolled on the bed, still dressed, clutching the blanket.
"Kyak...!"
Her phone rang from the charger.
She fumbled to check—Seo Woo-jin's name blazed on the screen.
...Can't ignore just 'cause it's embarrassing.
...Damn it...
"H-Hello...?"
"Oh, hello? When you coming back, Ji-yoon?"
Unlike her imploding shame, his voice was totally normal.
Her eyes flicked to the top clock.
8:10 PM.
Ten minutes past schedule.
"...Sorry. J-Just finished showering."
"Hurry. No clue what to say to CZ alone."
I'm dying of shame just talking to you now.
She buried that deep.
"Already in Discord?"
"Yeah. Said I was hitting the convenience store and muted."
"Ah... Got it. Booting up, wait."
"Mic in three. Keep it secret from him."
"Okay."
Makes sense. She's their only common link.
They'd gamed together, but alone? Awkward.
Lee Ji-yoon crawled out, fired up her PC, and joined Discord.
"Ah! Ji-yoon!"
"...Hi."
Unlike Woo-jin's low baritone, CZ's thin, high voice pierced her headset.
Voices vary, each with charm—but his ruined clear tones for her.
"Woo-jin's at the store. Probably smoking."
"Ah, okay..."
"You were late, huh? Busy?"
"Uh... dinner."
"What'd you have? Korean? Western?"
"...Kimchi stew at home."
All lies.
She'd been screaming into the pillow.
Too annoying to explain one by one, she bullshitted and launched the game.
CZ piped up.
"Oh yeah, you skipping tomorrow's foot-fetish meetup?"
"Work."
Wide network, heard something.
She shrugged it off and accepted the party invite.
"Too bad. Everyone misses you."
"We'll meet someday. Maybe college or street, same voice."
"Play it cool then?"
"After seeing your face."
"Reject if ugly?"
"Yes."
"Harsh. But I'm decent, so pass?"
"Dunno."
"Send pic?"
"No."
Men think they're at least average, ugly or hot.
"Average" lumps 'em all.
Lee Ji-yoon sighed at Woo-jin's still-muted mic.
Yeah. Gotta be Woo-jin level to claim "decent" proudly...
"Sending one, check it."
"...No need."
"Sent."
"......"
She peeked—generic street dude #1.
Tall? Average build. Nothing special. Hmm.
Oh, tacky wrist tattoo...?
...No clue what "decent" means for guys.
"Well?"
"You're decent-looking."
"'Decent'... Vs. Woo-jin?"
"Huh?"
"You know him IRL. Faces too, right?"
"......"
Brief silence.
She glanced at Woo-jin's muted mic.
No need to spark a looks contest...
"...Similar. You two."
"Pick one?"
"Eh. No real difference..."
A new "1" notification on the left.
No profile pic—who?—she clicked.
Familiar name.
Of course... Listening muted.
That's why she said "similar."
CZ kept yapping, clearly confident.
Ignoring him, she forwarded the pic to Woo-jin.
Thirty seconds later.
"[Seo Woo-jin] is typing..." appeared.
"Pfft..."
"...? Ji-yoon?"
"Ah, sorry. Sis just texted..."
"Ah."
Thought he had no pride in looks.
But hates getting roasted.
She stifled giggles so CZ wouldn't hear, typing back.
The earlier embarrassment with Woo-jin? Gone from her mind.
Why? Who knows.